When I die my words will leave my side to shiver the ground beneath my spine. Among snakes and insects I will grieve to the sound of plagues unharmed. Denied the sleep I have longed for so long. The eye of the son tells no secrets at all. Black as the beast I am not able to love when I fear it is you I have become. Battering your wings and carving your heart out just to see that the blood is mine.
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