Friday 15 March 2019


Little Lilly Loco
St Louis at the gate
Bend the night
Like arc of angels
Character is fate
I eat like my sister
Dress like my lover
There is no other

Cowards, chaos
Violent imperium
Echoes and Ides
Such low magic
The only magic they know

Well, I wrote all the rhythms
Don't care for what they said
Cut apart
This wraith-made darkness
I'm already bled
Inside of her
A peace of you
Singing in my head

Branches hold the sea
Church of All Waters
No weapon shall fell the soul
Let them run
Thoroughly alive
Towards Love
Our sweetness with teeth

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