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Pity the minute you blackened the love

This dead heart‘s a trigger, the back-sight above

In the moment you poached this beauteous heart

You woke my anger in gloom to blast you apart

Repent the eyewink you seamed this mind

Your foul hunger enraged the maws of grind

You’re spineless, thus you need no spine

If life ends at nr. ten, then we’re being at nine

I’ve brought you here to reappraise

Your deeds which took you to this maze

To the mess of mortal harm

A lovely lair of atrocious charm

Be sure, your fright feeds my apathy

You’re not the one to graze on sympathy

What a nice rope we’ve got, a nice chair

The burden of flesh – Too heavy to bear

Is this a penitence what I witness to see

Or just a mockery and mean hypocrisy

This gallows is yours, let’s pray the fucking Lord

Atone the dead with this most private cord