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Sep 2015
Let the blood pool beneath me
Let it burn me for my sins
All that I could ever be
Destroyed by dispositions

So tear the vengeance from my flesh
And sear me to the bone
Let me rot as I regress
Burning within my home

Peel my skin off of my morrow
Yank nail from fingers until
My pain echoes into tomorrow
And lay my body still

For all the sins that I have done
Excused not by pain endured
So much better for everyone
If I were simply killed
I'm Not Worth Your Time
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