oh are you feeling good, uh-uh?
oh are you feeling good, uh-uh?
you are feeling good, don't ya? melting like a candle's wax
with a pentacle on your shoulder, on that shoulder smooth and hot
so why don't you into skin rub the green blood of the grass
let it burn without a trace, let it burn you from inside
like a bed of wretched bride, bondage of the hateful streets
why is it so madly tight, why so tight on planet Earth
of a neverending show to be witness mum and shy
and of pentacle's glow, mesmerized and mystified?
time for sadness, time for laughter, time for dancing on the edge!
if this life of yours will tear, new one will be set on stage
still it all will come back one day, suddenly, just like a dream--
just when you will hear the rattling: three turns of the golden wheel.
Pentacle
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2015
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