The Bride of Kookenstein
I died last June, I
saw her deflowered, her
bloom, my bride, I died when
she opened her throne, a tone
shattered mr mind's eye, blown
did I shy, hush now, let go
my bride, dark seeds you planted
and madly you ranted, allowing
no silence in, when I break
these vows can fake a eulogy
as I have descepencies, ask not
why.
Deny the accusation, resort to
mental masturbation, this love
wasnt donation, creation of union,
God's mute an holy divination
while love is a fluke, could I believe
that one cherishes the kook, decieve
and it's one last look.
saw her deflowered, her
bloom, my bride, I died when
she opened her throne, a tone
shattered mr mind's eye, blown
did I shy, hush now, let go
my bride, dark seeds you planted
and madly you ranted, allowing
no silence in, when I break
these vows can fake a eulogy
as I have descepencies, ask not
why.
Deny the accusation, resort to
mental masturbation, this love
wasnt donation, creation of union,
God's mute an holy divination
while love is a fluke, could I believe
that one cherishes the kook, decieve
and it's one last look.
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