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No mercy in the sacred hall
No innocence survives at all
The longing always lights the door
And asks for more
And asks for more

"The box. You opened it. We came”-
Like blackened silk, like hallowed flame
"We have such sights to show you”
A kiss, a hook, a world cut through
"It is not hands that summon us. It is desire”
The wound, the want, the climbing fire
I knelt because I knew your name
Before the dark, before I came

Your fingers wrote in blood and gold
A gospel only nerves could hold
You made a chapel of the scar
And called it love for what we are
No trembling choir, no saving light
Just ecstasy- with teeth tonight
A feast of ache, a vow of red
A crown of chains around my head

"No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering”
So let the sweet corruption in
Let every trembling nerve confess
The lash, the bliss, the loveliness
"Down the dark decades of your pain, this will seem like a memory of Heaven"
Then press the thorn and draw me in
If this is grace, then let it stay
Make rapture out of my “decay”

"The box. You opened it. We came”
Now nothing living is the same
"We have such sights to show you”
Beyond the flesh you once clung to
"It is not hands that summon us. It is desire”
I fed the wound, I fed the fire
"No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering"
So make me yours
And let me sing

A little death
A little birth
A little heaven dragged through dirt
I opened
You came
I wanted
The flame