Come little lamb, follow my lead
Taste the cherries I offer you—
Their black bodies glow crimson hued
And shall intoxicate as they bleed
From flesh of mine that now you feed
***
See there my cup of black oil?
Drink each sweet drop as if honey;
Pitch will ooze in your gut funny—
The worm of sin, the fruit of toil
To pump the blood and start running
***
Don't fear the twisting of poison;
lie here in dark silk and soft fur
I gift you a painless defer—
So let slumber your soul's reason.
I'll rend you gently, if you prefer
***
Are you feeling yet afraid still?
I had warned you well, did I not?
Let me extract each thread of thought
And graft a band from your last will
to rest now the sin which I wrought
***
I failed again to create life—
Only a tarnished silver ring
Lifelessly crafted little thing
And affixed my finger as strife
How I miss you; your absence stings
***
You should have run from me, my lamb
Now you are gone, our chase ended
Must I finish our tale extended
Alone, forsaken, and duly damned
Wishing rather that you transcended?
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It matters not, this is His curse—
Alone in coal-colored curtain
Only I carry this burden
Only I sing this solemn verse
Under Heaven's chorus uncertain