Librettos of Lily dan repost
At first, it tasted like sun-beams with fresh smell and inviting ripes, ready to be devoured by angel-like souls who fed upon anything new, anything worth the race of their innocent little curious hearts. They bestowed knowledge, wisdom, the gift to individualistic pursuit, and the will to defy. It would lure in them with speculations and mysteries, disguising their true intentions.
At last, it tasted like slaughter in their mouths, mingled with tragic sight that broke their angel wings. It would go rotten in their stomachs, slice their insides and gut their flesh, break their bones, making them mortal feeble dust. It would bestow death, sin, destruction, self-loathing. It would make them whine in madness as they slowly wither each day and night. It won't hide like before, instead it would take them for sinister pleasure called revenge.
At last, it tasted like slaughter in their mouths, mingled with tragic sight that broke their angel wings. It would go rotten in their stomachs, slice their insides and gut their flesh, break their bones, making them mortal feeble dust. It would bestow death, sin, destruction, self-loathing. It would make them whine in madness as they slowly wither each day and night. It won't hide like before, instead it would take them for sinister pleasure called revenge.