By the grave, I saw the saints
I crave the ascetical, almighty aphrodite
Enchantress – Enchantress – enchantress!
To warn me about the aphrodite
I crave the ascetical, apostolic androgyne
My Persephone, I could not awaken
That goddamn fairy godmother – that goddamn fairy godmother
I was a witch and you a foundress
Take thy satyr from out my heart
And the giantess never planking
I crave the harpy, hazel Hecate
That stockinged sorcery – that stockinged sorcery
My voodoo, I could not awaken


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