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Apr 2014
Heaving out all my blood-red rage
Clutching the fallen veil
Of blind faith
All these demons follow me
As though I leave a trail

I prayed not to be lathered
With the blood of the messiah
But to be immersed in it
It is glory I seeked
As I hovered above everything
Glory would soon find me

Tripping over calamity
Which ensued day by day
Where was the blood
I pleaded for
Where was the blood
I commanded
All tests of faith revealed themselves
To be eternal suffering

  'Ask and you shall receive'

I prayed not to be lathered
With the blood of the messiah
But to be immersed in it
Shaking my fists
At the heavens
I pleaded and bled
And yet
All these demons follow me
As though I leave a trail.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
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