Weddings … the sacred testaments of
counterfeit shackles and cadaveric twilight,
Plunge thy happiness and peace into
freight night;
They are corrosive for the will and you
might be strong,
But if it melts into unworthy submission
You’ll get the pinafore, the ladle
and slippers on,
Instead of leather, laces and guilty
pleasures where you belong.
As you are the icon of heart’s untamed
desires
You must be worshipped everyday…
From the filthy ritual of stained espousal away
You must
promise to stay!
Seek the uncharted shrine of Eros
and,
There,
Convict the mind to burn into the
vampish fires.
And thy sin thirsty soul shall taste
for eternity
Only charms of depraved freedom and
voluptuous immorality!
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