Pears of Anguish

I stumbled eternally through the hallways of veils In between the torture was the fruit of death I gladly took a bite of its poisoness splendor Quenching my thirst to relive the past Through my many vessels, various moments Abundant rituals and precious torture... Relaxing on an Iron chair I Perch the Judas cradle full Removed from the pillory To sauna in the brazen bull Suggest the breast ripper Solace lead sprinkler Molten metal terror slaughter Curl up with the scavenger's daughter Spanish tickler satisfies the itch Can't reach in this shrew's fiddle Tongue tear's a perfect fit Heretic fork in the middle Ducking stool hydrates the soul To quote a spell in every language Broken wings on the Breaking wheel To cherish the perish with pears of anguish