That woman in red
Is an immaculate whore from a bloody ritualistic lake of fire
Offering wine to them rats
Her new firm,
She's got enough capital to get started.

Creatures on the roll
Lay out beds for them
They need space,
They need some time alone.
Mind games and checkers
Have the kids guarded
Against any obscene vision of intimacy

Apprehensions are only natural.
Barriers need not control us nomore.

Everything has attained eternity
Nothing is valuable anymore.