Walk, walk away from me,
These bleeding edges spare no life.

Run, run away from me,
Rose is a bait, thorns exist in my real paradigm.

Fly, fly away from me,
A sinner’s soul only sinks in disdain.

Pray, pray not for me,
These grounds turn every pilgrim profane.

Sing, oh! You sing me,
In your poems of betrayal.

Breathe, breathe for me,
For my existence was always surreal.

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