| And when the last fruit has spoilt
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| I will lay with naked grief and sober flame
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| Alone among the stars, I’ll hang and burn
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| Under godless moon, I will immolate
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| A flaming effigy to self destruction
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| A monument to fuck you too
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| The wretched roots take hold in pure defeat
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| As filthy noose pulls taut and true
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| Branches creak and the flesh does scream
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| Of every wrong I’ve been put through
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| Through bone and ash, I’ll come true
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| A flaming effigy to self destruction
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| A monument to fuck you too
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| An apologetic gesture of unweighted sorrow
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| A futile prayer I can’t undo
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| Affirmations smoulder in the light
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| Embers of indecision glow inside
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| Through collapsing hopes, internalised
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| Feeling every motion, dead inside
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| Unwritten words I’ve yet to pen
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| From aching hands that long for an end
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| These earthen bonds were bound to break
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| By setting light to moulding chapters of pure love and hate
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| I lost myself some time ago
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| Unsure I’ll ever make it home |