a cross of scorched wood and rusty nails hold you down,
as I spear you inside,
sacrificing you to commit my sin,
violating your faith,
screaming my name in your pain,
praying for me to stop,
tears running down your face,
soaking blood stained wings,
I get lost in the pleasure and finally scream
"I am your Salvation show your heart to me,"
With a bloodied hand
I tear off your dress
Not taking in your beauty
nor reveling in the moment
one act left to complete
to create a sacred heart
with sword in hand
I break into your chest
driving twice
crossing your heart
Starting the time of Angelic Twilight
The Dark Age indeed