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There is no victory

In the need for vengeance

There is only blood

Blood you think is deserved

There is no justice

In the bones of children being broken

Hearts being ripped apart

Eyes blinded with the sharp whip

Of Holy Hands

It all leaves me weak

And leaves others dead

And leaves me to cry

With torn eyes

Eyes torn with the sharp whip

Of holy hands

If you try to Damn me to

The Cold embrace of spiders

I’ll run

The light is a savior

I cannot see

It is a soft embrace and

A wax figure

Melting slowly as I speak

The light protects me

And saves me


And Over

And Over and Over


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