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Hate opened a mortal wound

I worked the blade deeper

This beating Blow after blow

I begged, let death come quickly

I count all the ways love hurt

Move stones and tamed it

Wild, feral sick and believing

Stand condemned the gallows waits

Your decree the wrathful judgment

Your clear voice striking its stones

Why, reverse the sense of Law

Seek pardon my ingratitude.

One life, I thought, a thousand deaths

My heart, black stone

One end, culprit, a foolish man

The scars and scabs

Legion fail

Killing hail

Incite pain

Ignite rain

Refuse confession

No such guilt should be

Stone me with your eyes.

Let your rage serve me