Hush lamb, I can smell your desire
Let me brush your satin black wool
As you lie curled by the fire
Resting in my lap like a fool
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Do you hear the thrum of my heart
Wanting, hungry, oozing dark lust
To make you cry is refined art—
More for me to swallow your trust
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It's hot, no? The fire burns you
But my embrace is cold as night
Chill penetrates all the way through
To touch your core... and take a bite
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I was forged to do this, you know—
Both of vices and of virtues
Our Father crafted woos and woes
And I became the sin subdued
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Do you hear my hoof grazing dirt?
Behold the arch of my crowned horns?
Clawed fingers snaking wool in mirth
while I craft you a crown of thorns
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I was chiseled by this hot fire
I was sewn, hewn from dawning light
And tempered by clanging iron
Stitched together by hate and blight
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Let me pull your gaze from the fire
Look at me— and I offer void
Should you run then do not dare tire
For I will chase you, my petulant toy
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Lambs may leave whenever they please
But I cannot leave you, my woo
Bound by my creed I am to fleece
Bound by oath I am to stalk you