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The Carnal TempestFly.Fall. A swirling maelstrom stretches Between two distant shores; An ocean of the sour tears Of concubines and whores. The Tides of Aphrodisia; The ever-wretched surge; A cesspool of the wanton sins Of malefactors purged. The fury of the air above Has never known respite. It thrashes and it lurches In a sky of ceaseless night. Swayed by sins of flesh in life, The fervent are condemned To soar upon the tempest In discord that knows no end. Fuck. Slaves unto the power of the wind. From North to South they heave, Dismembered by colliding limbs. Their desperate crying muffled By the tumultuous winds. As leaves in Autumn shatter, So do their brittle bones; The salacious adulterers Trapped within cyclones. The fury of the air above Has never known respite. It thrashes and it lurches In a sky of ceaseless night. Swayed by sins of flesh in life, The fervent are condemned To soar upon the tempest In discord that knows no end. Fly. |