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I can't remember, when I felt this

Much dysphoria. Oh, I remember it

Was December, two thousand and

Five. Don't ask why, just read between

The lines in my other scriptures. I 

Pour holy water on the slain fetus.

Someone crucify me, if you seen

What I seen your eyes will bleed.

Blood on the leaves of the tree

Of tranquility. The imagery of past

Realities is killing me, someone

Please crucify me! I want to die 

Beautifully to replenish my purity.

 Crucify me!