Krystal
I covet Krystal: I comb over cove for Krystal, the buried Treasure in the Field, and the floodgates open obstreperous and errantly ebullient. The giants groan under the waters, and they that dwell with them, sons of gods and sons of men, and each clangs cataclysm to Krystal Keter. Waters chime nephillim and monstrous myth, Rahab and Leviathan, only Ouroborus, and Christ claims bronze Satan Salvation.
Drink water from her cistern
Drink fresh water from her spring
Drink well from her garden
Drink from her bosom strong drink
Christina
I crave Christina: Christina Marie carves my core, crucifix and cornerstone, and I always-already contain Christ. Her spirit adorns the heavens, and her obstetric hand brings forth the winding serpent the whirlwind chariot the crilling tempest, and she births many christs and many benjamins. She births beasts and monstrosities, and the pivots of the thresholds shake with her voice and the house fills with smoke, the spark and Sophia of ghosts. Her violent voice vices my Vision, a vision hermaphrodite and androgynous, the spew and speech of divine twins.
Drink water from her cistern
Drink fresh water from her spring
Drink well from her garden
Drink from her bosom strong drink
Taryn
I take Taryn: I testify Taryn and foretell Taryn New Torah New Covenant New Testament, and each of her limbs loop beast and Babylon, a magical babel to Apocalyse. Hell is naked before her, and there is no covering for her destruction. Her lips drip honey and her tongue is smoother than oil / bitter as wormwood and as sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet tread the downward path towards death: she road walks straight to Sheol. Her course twists this way and that, and she unfurls my flesh for her cup, and I bathe bloody in her bounty, a belly of New Creation New Church New Heresy New Apostasy.
Drink water from her cistern
Drink fresh water from her spring
Drink well from her garden
Drink from her bosom strong drink