Kill, Kill, Cure

Pandora over a mountain
Chaos bent on my knee
Forsakin’ ev’rythin’

Box opened like a door pourin’
Wailin’ prayers on a sea
Not great, not white, screamin’

“Kill, kill, cure the seven temptin’
Me!” Sisyphus kindly
Rollin’ his portion when

She says all this back-door poundin’
Won’t dry their ecstasy
Spillin’ from her wineskin

Looks up at me whistlin’ downwind
Plum lips kissin’ ev’ry’
Pale, pale part of my s(k)in

“Kill, kill, cure the seven temptin’
Me!” Her marathon plea
Runs from where her mouth’s been