My Lover, But In Hell
Woman,
I want to scream your name,
I feel to run around and preach about you.
I am converted from Christianity to 'Theresasim',
I am intoxicated and blind.
I can't see a soul,
But your soul.
Your dainty look is so to die for,
If you were glory,
I would already become holy.
Your eyes are so pearly looking,
When I look into your eyes,
I see a would be love,
For me.
I would exalt you,
I would praise you.
But I would only be praising flesh,
And being amoral.
I can't do anything I would love to do to you,
Like make you moan.
Unless,
I would get shot in my face,
Kick in my butt,
And fire in my soul,
And eternal condemnation to hell.
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