Presents from The PoisonHearted

<br>Reigning at the feast of phantasia<br><br>Heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow<br><br>Before my coronation and vocal aspirations<br><br>To rule this fool creation fallen neath me now<br><br><br><br>I knew deep eyes<br><br>Of a distant christ<br><br>Were scarred from afar under starry lustre<br><br><br><br>Sighting my recitals on the rites of vice<br><br>Perverting virtue<br><br>Enslaving grace<br><br>Behind the glittering mask of pride<br><br>Saving face finding thorns to pierce his side<br><br><br><br>Desire, the fire<br><br>Spread hell throughout my soul<br><br>And higher the wire<br><br>The more I sought control<br><br><br><br>Straining from the leash in exultation<br><br>Head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs<br><br>The global scent of fornication<br><br>A writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues<br><br><br><br>I whispered schemes to dreamers then<br><br>To pursue an eden<br><br>That screamed of me supreme again<br><br>As my world bloomed<br><br>So too the moon<br><br>Through adam to seth, enos, cainan<br><br>Mahalaleel and jared blew<br><br>Perverting virtue<br><br>Enslaving grace<br><br>Behind the slippery guise of lies<br><br>Saving face making waves to drown their faith<br><br><br><br>Messiahs, pariahs<br><br>Aeons reversed the two<br><br>This higher, their spires<br><br>The more cursed grew their roots<br><br>And suffering...<br><br><br><br>I swept cruel seas<br><br>On the galley of the shadow of death<br><br><br><br>A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon<br><br>A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on<br><br>The coast of menses<br><br><br><br>Discharged from celestial wombs<br><br>A first degree murder of ravens<br><br>Followed in fugue through the crack of doom<br><br><br><br>The goat of mendes<br><br>I set regime<br><br>In the galley of the shadow of death...<br><br><br><br>Angels in raiments<br><br>As pure as coal<br><br>Taking their payments<br><br>In tortured mortal souls<br><br>A bold direction<br><br>The abyss edge<br><br>But on cold reflection<br><br>One they warmed to nonetheless<br><br><br><br>As they preyed the paths of the righteous<br><br>Through the myth of thistled orchard floors<br><br>Bearing gifts of plenitude, for<br><br>The apples of the lord were rotten to the core<br><br><br><br>Temptation, my ambassador<br><br><br><br>Attila, hesiod, pharisees and nero<br><br>All begged of me for more<br><br><br><br>Down dark steps of history<br><br>I waged war with a heaven<br><br>I could not see...<br><br>Beyond my wildest fantasies<br><br><br><br>Throwing sixes over deadly sin<br><br>I traded whose who played to win<br><br>Skin for precious kin...<br><br>And that that wormed within<br><br><br><br>Staining the reams of revelation<br><br>Etching ever-afters in accursed verse<br><br>The limpid rags of resurrection<br><br>From papal parapets were to dirt dispersed<br><br>Desire, the flyers<br><br>Spread hell throughout their souls<br><br>And higher the fire<br><br>The more I held control