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No one knows what I have done
to get here

how I massacred my own salvation
and drank too much of the blood of Christ

or how I died just a little every year,
waiting
for the next best thing

All I know is you want to be fed,
you want to drink from my words as
if they were my blood red curse

my end.
my solitude

my short burst