you shot me down.
you scalped my crest.
my ever-present,
breathing, breast
my tongue it slays
your words they soothe
the death's divinely-
maiden of doom
roll me now
into a ball
of ever-driven,
worthy, law
kill me
stretch me
out upon your bed
hold me down
and make me
dead.
heavy lead
worthy bread
make me hurt
for now i am fed
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