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The hands of a clock come together as if time were applauding my endurance.
Your mouth met mine in a dream, prostrate to your embrace, I heard you speak.
"Worship me now; I am inside you."
"Reach for me now; this can be achieved."
The hands of a clock spread open as if time were begging me to believe.
But I know now that it is all a fucking illusion
for convictions are reserved for the weak.
I claim to posses no knowledge,
I am a hypocrite who feeds on cowardice I am merely one of the sheep.
But I am headed up this mountain where the butcher and his son now steep
the bloody entrails of my brothers in a chalice of stone filled with wine and heresy.
And I am offering up my body now in this sacrilegious ministry.
I see the Shepard there in the distance
his hands are raised towards our beginning.
His arms ablaze in this pire
where the heretics now copulate in pollution and disease.
And I am crawling up this goddamn mountain
edified by centuries of malice and deceit.
My body is torn and broken by years of mutilation, these hateful proclivities.
But I see my lovers face, I see her face there in the distance
and as I scream her name she smiles for me;
as I reach out to touch her body she parts her lips, beckoning:
"Remember me now; I am inside you."
"Remember me now; this can be achieved."
The hands of a clock perform concentric circles as if time were mocking my fucking lunacy.
The moon in the sky becomes adjacent
with a new constellation which comprises her body.
I pray to you now with enriched fervor;
I pray to you now as I sing.
Your voice in my head reaches me now as an echo, singing,
"Worship me now I am inside you."
"Reach for me now this can be achieved."
"Remember me now for I once touched you."
"Reach for me now as you bleed."
I worship you now
I love you!
I reach for you now as I bleed.
I worship you now
I love you!
I reach for you now.
Yes, I reach.