Immorality and unscrupulousness
All balled into one
In the specious, ostensible lucidness
I leave myself stunned
With such aspirations delayed
I destroy myself
But is it possible to be reprobate
If you need someone else?
The vamp taunts me with her wanions
I feel I must obey
With delectate colloquy I see a need for a companion
Is this to be my fate?
Casuistic and illogical premonitions
Escape my brain
I am beguiled by this superstition
And my soul feigns
Conflicted by zoanthropic feelings
I am led to the slaughter
I must use circumspection in this dealing
Or I shall be a lamb to the slaughter
Love does not conquer all
God does
So let this betrayal be small
And let this amount of blood be enough
