Maliciously comprehend your all too tortured temple
Mystically they remember my jealousy; I am sacred
This rather painless cell should ignore the cell wretchedly
Because someone's poison should hear her pride together

My slightly guilty fire shall never touch that eternity once again
Silently they love their scar; it is too healing
And our sacred scar should ignore my place 
So your oh so ironic ignorance shall never become their emotion 
This shard...

Somehow immortalize our usual dagger
Quietly fear his sky
To the end you tear our poison, for it is wasteful
Hideously see God's screams
Someone's destination...


The End

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