Olivia Lua's Grand Delusion

Agonistic Joy under the moonlight framed beautifully in BDSM pornography

Olivia, I know you feel it everywhere

Nothing to be scared of now

No baby, not anymore

And they called you a whore

They called you a sister a lover a friend

When you died on the floor

They called your phone and

You didn't answer it

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Olivia, I know you feel it everywhere

But what is the name of this rage?

I fear it everyday

And they called you a whore Olivia

They called you a sister a love a friend

When you died on the floor Olivia

They called your phone and you didn't answer it

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Olivia, I know you feel it everywhere

In the sunlight and stone you lie on Voltaire's grave

And they called you a whore Olivia

They called you a sister a lover a friend

When you died on the floor Olivia

They called your phone and you didn't answer it

They called your phone and you didn't answer it

Pick up the phone

And sometimes I think we're all one step to or from oblivion

If we speak kindness to each other then we might all be saved

And I know you felt the callousness of God in all our suffering

As if God had no empathy or God had gone insane

And I know you thought the void was calling out to you in earnestness

And all who claimed to love someone had bought into the lie

And I know you thought you found the truth in the numbing of reality

But for life to have meaning we must feel pain sometimes

And I know that you were cared about by people you would never meet

I know because I'm one of them I speak now from my soul

I offer up my prayers to you sweet angel saint Olivia

I pray we love each other on this earth your sacred grave

I offer up my prayers to you sweet angel saint Olivia

Save us from the burden you escaped