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These are the prayers of a faith we have lost,
turning our backs on what we thought we would die for.
And we don't need your forgiveness.

We found a reason to sing (so let us pray).
We are the ones you've forsaken (so let us pray).
Choking each breath we have taken (so let us pray).
But we are no longer afraid to fall from illusions of grace (so let us pray).

stabwounds will take their toll murderer with her smile and as an
afterthought she kept the heart he gave her beauty can be so cruel she once
swore him forever to make good on her word ensured he'd never leave her she
lies and whispers loving words he lay bleeding on this floor a sigh a kiss
will end his pain and (she) drives the blade deeper still come closer to me
crimson streaks the pale skin of her face from the spray of blood from his
throat his eyes ever questioning why she swore never to leave him

Her touch is intoxicating.
She holds my heart within her hands.
Unmerciful.
She has become my everything.
Kissed with broken glass.
The softest touch will penetrate and steal my breath.
I close my eyes and suffocate.
She is my dark desire.

On broken knees I'll crawl to taste the blood spilled from your veins.
Like suicide, bloodshed and blasphemy we die.

Let the angels above me pour their wrath down upon me.

Face down.
I'm drowning.

From grace she fell beneath the ashes
That forced her to her knees
Cut her open wide

To bleed her body dry of feeling
The wounds will form no scars
Only memories

The stench of the hopeless and wounded.
The cries that escape from the depths of regret.
A bleeding mass in procession.
That fell on the path from which it strayed.
A whisper in total darkness.
To die at the hands of what we are.
A breath escapes from the lifeless.
The blind and the feeble of our decay.

We die One Thousand deaths.
They held us close to taste the flames.
A sacrifice.
To pacify the god they've made.
The stench of stagnant blood.
Collects in pools of misery they drained from us and stained themselves in blasphemy.
We are the sacrifice.
Our tainted offering.

I watched the walls collapse.
Beneath a hollow shell of lies.
Worn paper-thin and stained in black, fell beneath the fading light.
The shards that penetrate.
The thickest of my skin.
I feel the sting it separates, and bleeds my body of its sin.
The darkness that grows inside, like a cancer that's feeding.
Reflected behind her eyes as screams turn to silence.

she wasn't born in that brothel i'm told well aware of where she was well
aware of where she'd end up in what position dressed in red down on her
knees she'd done this sort of thing before choaking back on this disease
dressed to kill to die for her pretty face hides the demons inside the kind
that haunt her in her sleep she was found face down in that ditch her skirt
hiked up dressed in red down on her knees she'd done this sort of thing
before make up chases the tears down her face the handprints left on her
throat he hits her she'd ask for more he hits her she'd ask for..

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I bleed this blasphemy, this sin that courses through my veins. It burns beneath the scars of my decay. This suffering, These fingers claw against my flesh. I pray for this touch that takes away my breath. I pray for death.

This is my final breath, the choking end of misery. My walls collapse. I pray for death. This is my final breath. Peel back the flesh to watch it bleed. The Darkest Red. I pray for death.

We share this suffering. One open wound, a whispered cry. It breathes in me. Draining the life from the inside. In ecstasy exposing my flesh to darkest red. I can't resist this touch that takes away my breath. I pray for...