Bleed in my arms.
Quench my thirst.
Let you life drip away,
I’ll take care of what remains.
As the carrions feast on your heart
and the vultures read in your eyes,
let me draw with your veins
maps of the realms beyond.
Your soul won’t last for long –
demons will tear it apart,
fallen angels will wear it as coat
to cover their sins from your God.
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