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Nov 2017
The crucifix eyes
all in sight
leave my side
in hellfire, you'll lie

  Bubbling tissue
  filled the sink
  warm and ready
  for the ****** to drink

Quiet my child
he created my snake
the only sin you make
are the sounds that escape

  Will I sin
  or will I survive
  this strife
  with a soulless life

Abandon your culture
you have the book
ignore the past
keep on your boots

  The time is near
Your redemption is there
  I swallow the fear
you won't tear
  Any God I had is not here
Fear not my child, father will save you
  Fear not Father, I’ll save myself

  When god is the killer
  And man his own saint
  How can you judge my reaction
  To this blood in my sink
This is not a personal story, just a scenario on my mind.
polyratic
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