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you thought that id have much to say
you appologize for the pain you breed
about the pain, my heart, that day
the sin is deep inside the seed
there you sit rooted straight
your roots dig deep for holy water
i roll my eyes and close the gate
it’s your soul that you slaughter
now when you knock i need not cry
it’s gone that voice that simply said
i hate this bitch, go fucking die
still in part, his head this bed
My inner Pisces breeds this poem
I chain that fish, it will not roam
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