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I am now taking my path

Sanctified for departure

Into the shrine

Where I once summoned thee



I am sealing my destiny

To become forgotten

Carrying this knife

As the final key



I feel like a flower

Shedding its petals

Grass once green

Turning red



Something has come to an end

Before the sun wakens

I will be dead



When I am attaining

The end of my course

My weak flesh

Cries for relief



Time has come

To complete the trial

The forest is offering me

Her sanctuary



Underground church

Word once made flesh

Sealed with semen

Blood and needles

A chest wide open

Flowers blossom “vestal silence”

Bring me your tears