The Secret (DOOMSDAY Version)

She told me the harlot of Babylon is harder to battle And that the tiny part of the apple is the heart of the parable I stared into her mouth. She started to babble I pardoned her and kissed her on the lips. We started to grapple Yeah, and sip wine out of mason jars Facing the stars, tasting Garcia Vega cigars I blew a plume of smoke like the fumes awoke Perfume with cumin and oak. Two humans cloaked I tried to rule her. The heir was pompous I sat in a chair and she sat there, rare. A square and compass She raised my obelisk, obviously stared and ogled it Monogamous pair, we're parabolas We intertwined. I entered her mine Like men spin in the Hindu shrines in the end of time Where men dine and other men resemble men dying With the scent of pine and the wind chimes She disrobed. A neophyte And there I was in the neon lights looking Neo-like From pi to piety her pie drunk in my sobriety Victoria's Secret society My poor and solemn bride When'd you start whoring on the side The more they tell the sordid tale It's abhorrent to my eyes but you're more than tail and thighs I found my love letters in the trash And found out you were selling ass There's no telling where the cash Came from. You just play dumb when I ask You used to be the opposite of Rome Now you postulate, moderate and copulate in Rome Shit! You populating Rome And ponder fate of souls while they rot away at home How could you say you still love me When you treated our kids so ugly Cheating me and beating me bloody Preying on the weak and toasting me on Sunday