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i had a dream,
i saw my body
as i stood watching
outside of it
an open door
i had a guest,
a little blondie
baphomet
she crept quiet
up to my bed
laid her hands
upon my chest
through groggy eyes
i saw an angel.
took her hand,
she made me promises.

i sold my soul
and said lets glo
she passed a blunt
said i dont know
she insists
i took a hit
i felt a burning
at my lips
i let a cough
the fuck is this?
opened my eyes
it was a kiss
a little smirk
she bit my lip
she drew a knife
she slit my wrist

she cut her own
said it's a pact
now we're enslaved
the bond intact
the blood'll flow
beyond the cracks
and trickle down
and leave a path
and when we're old
we can look back
say what a life
and have a laugh
i'll be your wife,
the better half
you'll die, i'll write
your epitaph

i had a dream,
i saw her body
bleeding through a
wedding dress
she smiled still
her face was pale
she fed me love,
i starved depressed
an angel or
a siren who would
sing to me in
soft caress
i never thought
she'd be my death,
my little blondie
baphomet

bishop.