You arms are many
and reaching for
and through your finger tips
I feel your heart
Your eyes are piercing
and seeing all
and through your tears
my soul is calmed
your skin is sallow
and clad with blood
and through the smoke
I come to call
your tongue is red
and speaks of thorns
and through your spit
I am reborn
your neck is hung
with a wreath of skulls
and through their mouths
I sing your praise
your cunt is wet
and hurts yourself
and through your peak
I die the death
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