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My bodies soaked in victimhood, like a holy bath, I am baptized in it, you can smell it on my tattered limbs, and on my crumbling bones, blood stained on my hands, I can’t seem to wash it off, I’ve scrubbed my body with satan’s hands, to get the evil off of me, but I’ve been tainted by my own insanity.
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Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
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My bodies soaked in victimhood, like a holy bath, I am baptized in it, you can smell it on my tattered limbs, and on my crumbling bones, blood stained on my hands, I can’t seem to wash it off, I’ve scrubbed my body with satan’s hands, to get the evil off of me, but I’ve been tainted by my own insanity.
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Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
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