Fish Gut
there is no forgiveness in beds of rusted stone/ your flesh and bone and cock and hole incontinent with the despair of desire/ you lived in a coven of us but our eyes had been sewn tight with fish gut/
there is no forgiveness in beds of rusted stone/ your flesh and bone and cock and hole incontinent with the despair of desire/ you lived in a coven of us but our eyes had been sewn tight with fish gut/