Demised Pipes from Nietzsche by Carter McCaw

Foyer door is left open at night only for you
Only you, only you
You know where I'll be, scratching at the carpet
Pleasuring to God on swollen knees
Grandier, love, you are of delusions

Makeshift Nirvana has, as angels, sent us plummeting
Sent Our clarion call to Their adversary, Tartarus
I'll still speak to the fool (God) with the tongue of a knife
Teeth of a werewolf in need of His daily bread
Marring at whatever innocence is left
Then leave the empty soul lifeless, dead
The poetry weeps, bleeding out Her last breath

Heaven is an anachronism in Our history
The circle is imbalanced, out of symmetry
Rooted deep in the broken veil between the daemons
They have been humanised
We've had worse company, our enemies are convivial
Avert the pervert’s perversion
Avert the pervert

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