Prophetic
I feel this red sun burning faster
As I count backwards by days
Lost somewhere in her laughter
She promises pleasure and pain
She is my apocalypse
I am the horn that she rides
Like Babylon's blue eyed bastard
Our sex is a sign of the times
I have a mouthful of silvery stars
She swept with her tail from the sky
Choking on ancient constellations
She punishes Bethlehem's bride
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