| These open hands that once would have offered forgiveness and even
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| rehabilitation are now closed fists bludgeoning flesh
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| A knife across your throat opens a wide, red mouth forever mute to taunts,
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| to insults, to threats
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| You are nothing, empty, worthless
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| If only it was enough to lock you away in the deepest, darkest hole Swallow the
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| bitterness of my tongue
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| Absorb the nectar of my discharge
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| Feel my hatred crashing down on you like a hammer--caving in your skull,
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| spilling to the floor all that empty rhetoric about art, betrayal, and desire
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| Oh, to string up your naked body like the soulless devil that you are
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| To stab and dismember your hanging form
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| Let the blood rain down and wash away this pointless shame, this unnecessary
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| guilt, this unbearable violation
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| And now decorate the trees with the corpse of past transgression--adornments of
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| vengeance, a forest of abatement, a monument to suffering
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| You are nothing, empty, worthless, a black hole |