I’ve seen the blackened skies
I washed the blood away
I cursed the seder
I know only the weak will pray
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Pure disgust
Sanguine lust
Pure dismay
Lick the blade
Push deep and hard
Lacerate the flesh, quell the urge
Charging the symbol
Fulfilled desires, beginning the purge
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once there was pain
None remains
Incantations burn with fear
As the end draws ever near