Sunday, 25 September 2016

Take Me To Church

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
'We were born sick, ' you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen

ring, bracelet,necklace, earrings - Alluring @ Moondance

dress - Soma @ Snowpaws

stockings - A Fine Romance @ Entice

hair - Take It Slow @ Exile

pose - The Sarah Series @ An Lar Poses

mesh head - Amelie @ Catwa

mesh head applier - Octavia @ DeeTaleZ

mesh body applier - Nordic @ DeeTaleZ

eyeshadow - Kabuki by Veechi @ Cosmetic Fair

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