Hiding in shadows of fright and fear,
Speak of fire to draw me near.
Peel back the skin from where I come,
Bring agony for most, bliss for some.
Through rivers and streams and cauldron’s of dreams,
Stinging my ankles and strike at my knees.
Pull at the veins of innocent eyes,
Make prayers from the soil and bury the lies.
The flesh is red and wet and loud,
A revisit of birth beneath the shroud.
Leave the body left for dead,
And feed the souls their rotten head.
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