God I’m so hungry, I just wanna tear into someone and just fucking eat them. To sunder and crush them, these sussurations that bever disseminate; O lust;

O lust that is I;
I am with ye now,
Both of lattice and attr;
To control one so;

Lust, dear lust,
How must it be so;
That to crush another;
And make it to mine;

O lust, that I am here for:
O lust, that tears me so to tear another;
For naughtly terror field;
‘Stead sybly pain

To break apart a spine,
And have it to mine,
To seperate the heart,
And lo it to the beats;
Why must you command me so?
Yet it is I that clings to you;

O lust, that I am left with in the end,
For there is dear lust, and dear sorrow, yet lust may never begone, betroven.

The crimson ebb,
The crimson flow;

Begone from me,
But foreverafter it is more that I need!

To take it, so desperately;
From one’s flesh;
From one’s matriarch;
To anxiousness;

O lust, that is I;
O I, that is lust;
Such anxiousness;
Such pilference;
Such distinctiveness to make my own;

Let me be fulfilled, sated;
I want not to spend an eternity with such a lust.

Pilference isn't a real word

>>40490290
Incorrect; it just isn’t a modern one.