The Raping of Faith

Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved Faith The gardens swim with fervent life tonight I sense the beauty that waits for me there Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight The velveret whisper at play with her hair Midnight Crue vehemence bares the scene to close In jealousy come for her Temper your crude rod beneath her clothes She suffers in silence Violence fills the air Blood thickens in hatred Madness shrouds her court in darkness