The Final Dance
Open, opening to new insights
Fighting, fighting the heretical new truths
Poison camouflaged into cake
Whores disguised as the bride
Foxes playing the lamb
Harlots as gold to the eye
Butchers masked as priests,
So we have arrived at the ball
Choose your partner carefully in this dance
For the morning sun will not rise for some
Lured into an eternal chamber
Infinitely consumed into solitude,
All but for the choice
So choose your partner carefully
Look her in the eye
See if truth is there
Her words will tickle your ear
But her kiss will devour,
What, what’s that?
Oh… sorry for ruining your fun
Enjoy the dance
Laugh, dance and be merry
Tonight, tonight…tonight.
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