What it means to obey

A cold and silvery wintermorning
is haunting me inside
leaving burning traces of icetips
threatening to abide

I can hear the banshees screaming
far beyond my grave
the sound makes my ego quiver
oh, I am bound to be his slave

Keep me close to the menacing fire
which licks his ivory skin
teach me to obey with gratitude
his command that make me sin



© Alfabetan 080508


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