Rise Of The Pentagram

One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament To this house of incest for when we undressed blasphemies against vevus were rent Though her sister removed her wet body approved the parade of my heavenly quest Yet all tongues are true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpents at best For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason hook in mouth like saint peter pan And from long fairy groves to hot virgin coves for when the permiscuase swam I elected lovers but rejected others mythestrisses that don't give a damn But in those that still do my deep interest grew the rise of the true pentagram