How Black, the hottest fires of Hell must burn;
So Hot, this Blackened Hell, must be its fires.
The spit on which impurity doth turn,
Would sear the flesh impurity requires.
Beyond repentance, punishment doth earn;
Yet ever, to impurity aspires.
So Hot the Sweetest Love, do we deny;
How Sweet, this Burning Love of ours, its taste,
Impurity were beckoned in thereby
To desecrate this altar we disgraced;
And cast away its sanctity, defy
This gift, as Heaven, each to us, hath graced.
How Sweet the Sin, which Strongly us befell
How Strong the Death which Blackened us… to Hell.
It’s about coffee. Really!
It’s brilliant! I absolutely love it. :D
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The (ginormous, flesh-eating, reptilian) lady is most kind.