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It's about my girlfriend. She is my Heaven and Love. But my Hell also because of her past. |
| My Heaven could put all Heavens to shame It has filled Pools of motley green and blue And Rays the color of golden red flame With the Land caked of white snow anew My Heaven is the definition of Perfection It has Hills and Mountains both large and high And Beauty that grants me erection With Pedals of crimson red where lay nigh Thus is My Love, that gorgeous lustrous Dove, Such an ample Heaven, That protects me from the Seven. My Hell could put all Hells to shame It has filled Pools of motley red and black And Rays the color of darkly red flame With the Land caked of soot and crack My Hell is nothing of Perfection It has Jealousy Grief and Guilt, lowest lows And Dread befalls my strong erection With Thorns of black where dark past flows Thus is My Love, that fallen forlorn Dove, Such a decietful Heaven, That throws me to the Seven.... |