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Description
It has to be cryptic right?
My prose would never burn to match
The hellfire of bees
Sweeping, accident-prone
Through the verses of your song
Had I ever the passion?

I miss you, the essence of you
Even as we never met
My love will track down every pretender
For it has to be you

And even as I scrap the bottom of endlessness
The answer is still I couldn't, not ever,
Make love enough
For it not to be a sin against you

Your rage awes me
Like tigers, like Red
And, make no mistake,
Their teeth are the empty cradles in your head

So let's shoot at your heart
For I want your soul fizzing on my tongue
Dissolving like the dead

Before I hang

Description
It has to be cryptic right?
My prose would never burn to match
The hellfire of bees
Sweeping, accident-prone
Through the verses of your song
Had I ever the passion?

I miss you, the essence of you
Even as we never met
My love will track down every pretender
For it has to be you

And even as I scrap the bottom of endlessness
The answer is still I couldn't, not ever,
Make love enough
For it not to be a sin against you

Your rage awes me
Like tigers, like Red
And, make no mistake,
Their teeth are the empty cradles in your head

So let's shoot at your heart
For I want your soul fizzing on my tongue
Dissolving like the dead

Before I hang