Morpheus has destroyed Saturn’s temple.
And this will be no fleeting isolated love;

Between her breasts,
in the ribbons of my machine,
lies a beating heart,
that bleeds.

We both bleed,
into each other’s pool.

In the spas of the gods
we drown our sadness,
erase our worries.

Cease distilled sin.

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Morpheus has destroyed Saturn’s temple.
And this will be no fleeting isolated love;

Between her breasts,
in the ribbons of my machine,
lies a beating heart,
that bleeds.

We both bleed,
into each other’s pool.

In the spas of the gods
we drown our sadness,
erase our worries.

Cease distilled sin.

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