| Rope scratching skin bruised, alabaster
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| Spider watches from spider crack in plaster
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| Respiration in bursts and sobs and
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| Whoever said this was the coward’s way out?
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| Lashes long and sultry
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| Eyes look down at filthy floor
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| Black dress dying dress she wore
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| Leap of faith off of kitchen chair
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| Every last one of us will see you there
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| A treetop swaying
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| Evergreen playing in electric rumbling atmosphere
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| A broken heart
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| A broken neck
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| Strong hemp tightens the more we persevere
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| Cut her down
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| Wash the body
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| Scour the heart of its stains
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| Dig a grave and forget her
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| And bury her in her chains
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| A broken heart
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| A broken soul
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| A broken promise
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| An empty hole
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| Deep in the confines of the spirit
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| The center of the loop
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| Universal gloom
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| Cruelty in its multitude of guises
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| Every word is a thorn
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| Every thought shows its scorn
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| For the sanctity of life
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| With a cupful of sorrow poured over our eyes
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| Necklace worn by the Queens of Hell
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| And their Kings dressed in tatters
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| Royalty all who wore them in the frailty of life
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| Hard are the ways, some are not as dreadful
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| Long and lonely are the wanderings of others |