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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 Over And Over And Over and Over Again