“Perfect Love”
Perfect Love
In one second of perfect love
windows made of soaked steel close
dangerous strikes from above
mimicking punches from below
rise
or feel the dead bleach
and his black snow
is it time to leave
is this place ready to go
how many people,
how many bleached souls
you can mow
lanes of pious corruption
draining vain blood without glow
unconscious believer will ne…
