Love - Dementor

When you sit on an old wooden bench

Devoured by vermin in a moldy temple

Home of Jesus, listening to his words

And giving him your love till the end

Of your life

You’ll sell out everything

To a cruel parasite- he’s your love

He’s stollen everything, your life, your money

And your common sense- it’s his love

Take a stake, pierce his heart

Nail him to the floor of his temple

Stand above him, baptise him with the liquid

From your bladder

And show him what the real love is

Love is blood

It’s the decay

Mold of thoughts

False words

Love is murder

Redemption from sin

The attack against Christian evil

Tell yourself: enough !

Stop kneeling down

Take a stake, pierce his heart

And show him what the real love is

He deserves it !