[Through this parable, Jesus teaches his disciples that what matters is love, whether or not it is institutionalized (between men, women, or men and women). You can embrace holy matrimony "as God intended"...and still be a perfect son of a bitch]
I just want for my voice to
drive you to despair and drive you crazy
and that you may, while crying,
embrace your fears, sweetheart
I await the day, pretty doll,
where your wound will be so strong
that, submerged in memories,
only alcohol will kiss you.
And you'll see your pretty face
gaunt in front of the mirror
and pain will be your lover,
masturbating your sight.
I just want to see you cry
I sent for death
I just want to hear you scream
we shall meet again in hell.
I just want for your soul
not to ever see the sunlight again,
and that you may cry blood and fear
and for you to pay, sweetheart.
I'll try to trample your pride
as many times as I can
so that my hate may seem
like air to breathe.
And you'll see your pretty face
demacrated in front of the mirror
and pain will be your love
masturbating your sight.
With this ring, I thee wed
till your death do us part
The boundary that separates
love and hate is so thin.
You'll lick your naked body
with gin, lying on a hallway,
begging for some love
while rats caress you.