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Binge Christ
abstraction through violent meditation
cinder conscience samples bleak treat
a hammer upon my temple
the need for smaller words
encoded the dead stones
never a victim
never a lover
you will admit nothing
yours the black wood doors
hearts for kerosene
live the smothering way
elbows to grey honey
sticky century scab schemes
fall asleep in this with me
the strength to accept your bleak demise
your nothing worth saving either
