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I have worn sackcloth and ashes for much too long
Entangled in cobwebs of guilt self-imposed
Through byss and abyss have I wandered
To hell and back again

It seems I've lost the acuity of vision
And those streaks of holy water have kept me blind for years
Spellbound by sleep paralysis,
I've borne the brunt of regret

It's a nightmare
An enlightenment

Now the wrist once slit
Brings forth a clenched fist
And the throat that has never spat a single false note
Now screams a discordant hymn

Sedation brings no relief
Sedition heals
No point in treating the wounds with pus
From someone else's sores

After eons of slumber
We've come to realize
That even the sweetest of salts
Is still a salt nonetheless

Sedation brings no relief
Sedition heals
No point in treating our wounds with pus
From someone else's sores

It's a nightmare
An enlightenment

Consumed by contrition
Then made whole again
In the furrows of this mortal coil
I drive my plow over the bones of the dead

Giving blood
As if I didn't bleed enough
But I shall bleed
No more

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