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Our Lust by John
Unbury the desire that thrills us all
Gall the emotion that will quake and stall
Dig through to witness the always ignited passion
Listen to your soul and rip the bloody fashion
Clench your hands, stained red at each finger tip
Laugh at the faithful bleeding between your grip
Count the sorrows for each helpless cry
Quench your thirst that you let run dry
Drown the misery with the blood of the prey
Feast on the lust that beckons each day
You can't ignore the pull that drives
Smile in glee while you end these lives
Do not pray and do not cry
Slither away and ignore their lie
You must live, you must survive
You'll destroy anything as you thrive
Do not heed but do not wait
The sensation is gone, it's too late...
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