my lover's got humour
she's the giggle at a funeral
knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner

if the heavens ever did speak
she's the last true mouthpiece
every Sunday's getting more bleak
a fresh poison each week

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
offer me that deathless death

drain the whole sea
get something shiny
something meaty for the main course
that's a fine looking high horse
what you got in the stable?
we've a lot of starving faithful
ID: 1724855
Species: Aerix
Color: indigo
Gender: Male
Age: 361
Level: 1
Health: 0/19
Hunger: starving
Power: 5
Defense: 7
Agility: 6
Intellect: 144
Nourishment: 265
Squishies: 1
Rarity: 0%
Status: Healthy
Emotion: Delighted
Birthday: 2010-05-11 13:19:24

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