Blasphemic Man and Burning Goddess

Cover up and head down to the temple,

Visit me with your new beloved girls.


May she be happy with rhinestones or pearls,

May angels protect you from the devil.


Offer me copal incense and sweet apples,

And I will promsie that you will not suffer grapples. 


The goddess within my material body is the only one here,

Each day I shed more than just one tear.


You were devoted to me,

But now you are with those inferior females and are committing blasphemy. 


I will no longer make miracles when you cry my name,

For I am making a self sacrifice for me and now I am in flames.



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