| Shadows of The Flesh by John F Taylor Tied out I will take you A lamb brought to the slaughter Candles guttering flame Scent of sweat within the air The wolf hungers for that which Has been denied Feel my breath hot upon your Skin Moist tongue sliding Over your calf shivers run rampantly Up your spine Call out to your God For tonight your sweet innocence Will be lost To the teeth at your pulsating throat Howls and screams will be lost In the shadows of your flesh As you writhe praying for escape But hunger is the only thing Keeping you in this Mad charade of passion That is played out through The dark sides of the souls that Inhabit humanity |
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