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Step inside, tender wench

Dry your tears and step beneath

Don't mind when their thirst is quenched

On maidens who're gagging to breathe

Don't mind them cruel swines

Foolishly tightening their noose

But witness the sanguineous vines

And the nectars they set loose

Witness them succulent lotuses petals

With innocence blooming at early birth

Chaste fluids filling glass vessels

Bloody pistils ain't much of a worth

Devoured by ethyl and raindrops of wax

Scent of virgins wakes unspoken deeds

The colours fade to the soul canvas

To feed thy sacreligious needs