I lit another cigarette, continuing the game with memories from untamed dreams, when you've been for me the beggar and the king, in the empire of fantasy rising my wanted body in the sonnet of love, in my bed condemned at holy happiness for there is nothing to regret

I AM The Sweetest Of Devils  If Christ Is The Answer Then What Is The Question? My Devotion Will Never Fade I Crave For You a Tenderness Through Violence 

  ❝ touch the flower made of skin love the sinner and the sin ❞ O N A N I [Practice makes Perfect] by Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio

music unveils an atmosphere; like a sinner seems a pliable saint (a spontaneous angel), plotting an epically unfading experience, provoking me to invoke you… tacitly, to lure you to my zenith, to consume my burning hollow