Sit and count your lies, my love.
Bloodshed pierced your name,
I'll be your Light,
Son of Self Harm.
Can you warrant the fool that you once were?
Can you salvage your worn out faith?
Send it through you head all at once,
Bury your blood under the sand,
Water or wine, makes no difference.
Stained with wrath, you triumph anyway.
If you're going to bury me then do it.
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