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Crucified and left to die
With martyred madman dripping at my side.

Rusted nails stick through my hands.
I’ve no breath left to claim my innocence.
With haggard breath and blood-drenched thighs,
The crows descend to pick my fucking eyes.

Now, behold the son of God,
The torn cadaver. Drag him through the mud.
Call him not the king of kings.
I bow my head but for my suffering.

I hang on the cross to bleed,
Tried for a petty thief,
Reduced to writhe in shame,
And no one will know my name.

This fool shall rot with me
On this plain of Calvary,
Depraved, consumed by pain;
And no one will know my name.

We die; this place of skulls, it hungers for our flesh.
We lie; the self-proclaimed immortal laid to rest.
I die, blood pouring from my hands and from my feet.
I lie, a worthless piece of filthy, festered meat.

Oh God, deliver us from senseless agony.
My every breath exhaled excruciatingly,
I die, blood pouring from my hands and from my feet.
I lie, a worthless piece of filthy, festered meat.

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