Pity the minute you blackened the love
This dead heart‘s a trigger, the back-sight above
In the moment you poached this beauteous heart
You woke my anger in gloom to blast you apart
Repent the eyewink you seamed this mind
Your foul hunger enraged the maws of grind
You’re spineless, thus you need no spine
If life ends at nr. ten, then we’re being at nine
I’ve brought you here to reappraise
Your deeds which took you to this maze
To the mess of mortal harm
A lovely lair of atrocious charm
Be sure, your fright feeds my apathy
You’re not the one to graze on sympathy
What a nice rope we’ve got, a nice chair
The burden of flesh – Too heavy to bear
Is this a penitence what I witness to see
Or just a mockery and mean hypocrisy
This gallows is yours, let’s pray the fucking Lord
Atone the dead with this most private cord
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