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In how many ways
can pain be delivered
what makes me shiver
what bleeds in slither
what drowns in water
what climbs the ladder
of a nonsensical nature
of an wounded suture
of sadistic pleasure
of a tragic failure
of the blinded love
i ask of you
i ask for faith
cause when the third comes
you leave me aside
screaming blasphemy
and eating faggotry
you have no idea
In how many ways?
and how many times
have you noticed my abscence
and how many times
i have cried to your essence
and how many times
have you doubt of my sentence
and how many times
have i raged my dolescence
i ask of you
i ask for faith
cause when the third comes
you leave me aside
screaming blasphemy
and eating faggotry
you have no idea
