Cut off all of my ten toes
find secrets no one knows

      Break my arms more way than one
     still I won't beg when you're done

Rip my skin apart
tear out my heart

                        You'll see it still beats
                        no matter the mistreats

Pain is nothing anymore
something I can just ignore

                 I shall prove not to be bested
                 my stubbornness is untested

You'll **** me anyways
and just light me ablaze

     Yet I'll give it all of my kept strength
surviving the torture regardless of length

Where are the saints in white?
    Failing their master judging profane
       Pious is not requisite to honeyland
Sin guarantee no hell all are sinners
Masquerading falsehood a real sin
Greasing your imperfection a greater sin
  Sinners are forgiven, good are
                     rewarded
Some one has to habituate hell who are they?

I feel the emptiness you bring more tangibly than you, and perhaps I was a fool to believe there was a difference

living is such a painful way to die.

Messéd are the bleak

for they shall inherit

this parabolic tweak;

(and not without merit).