It is all bad.
Torments, thunders, rain, acrid-blood colored rain.
It all comes back,
the begging, the feeling,
the dirt in my eyes, the storms...
It all comes down to this, this place,
this putrid smells, the hideous noises,
your voice breaks me in half, again...again?
It is a sin, a hideous sin,
when you come by, and my hands,
my enraged hands,
go poison red, so, so red...
You, broken angel, torn apart faith...
You deceiver, traitor, traitor, beloved traitor...
Forgive me goddess, for I have sinned,
sinner, is all I am now...
It is a sad, sad life...
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