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Thorns

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Once someone told 
A story about these small desert birds 
Throwing themselves  
In thorns when copulating in lust 

And while embraced by death 
They sing so fine than never 
And while embraced by death
They stay on love forever 

Like martyrs do 
They dedicate their lifes in deep vein 
Of ancient vows 
And die of flaring ardou in haze

Thorns they lurk on roses stem 
Thet do intend no harm them 

Squeezing me hard 
In thorns that burn like a fire inside 
Thrilling my head 
Until they rip my shivering skin 

Thorns they lurk on rosest stem
They do intend no harm them 
They lurk on bodies stem 
They make my heart arise them 

Tonight you sleep in hell