__________Hound Dog Ah! Whither, whither shall I fly, A poor unhappy Maid; To hopeless Love and Misery By my own Heart betray’d?
Are you not weary of fallen days?
lure of the tumbled seraphim the token deity spared her hours
the glass upturned the coven turn red turned out
the call of fallen ways?
the broken deity busted her ass
the crack loomign like no other feather
widening deepening the place you put
your head searching out the deep house whence
death plaed out fuck it to the nones and bees
