One little pony in his grave
left this life to be my slave
two little pony, light he gave
in my lonely little cave
three little pony, king on top
off with his head, my father chop
off with his head,my father chop...
This is my suicide!
Breathin' life and torture
pain keeps rushin' in
breakin my bones
maggots in wounds
livin' life in sin
one...
The rain mixin' blood
drainin' into the sea
the rain crying from children, wash over me
wind over my head
fire beneath my feet
kill me now! take this life
my body is your rotting meat... this is your storm
two...
Breathin' life and torture
pain keeps rushin' in
breakin my bones
maggots in wounds
livin' life in sin
compelled by hate and suffer
these walls are closing in
external bleeding, each wound with crying blood
a cry for every stab
a memory for every scab... this is my torture
Three...
you feedin' me!
Bread so green and dry
you killin' me!
steal and hurt and lie
you blindin' me!
a demon in your image
your dark light in my blood
are you fearin' me?
Damned this aching fool
Intimidated by you... this is your sin
four...
Step away!
my heart and mind, you gave away
to a demon, you satan
storm into my soul like a raging bull
my heart, you drained away of what was once full
the lights, you blinded me strong, blinded me long
faded and died away
what i see now
your truth... these were your lies
five...
In my sleep, this innocent state, so fragile the heart and
soul
away from the flesh, unconscious
stealin' my innocence 
takin' my heart
claiming my mind
sinned upon and lied to, lost in the winds of the storm...
you stole from me
six...
again and again
what a torture is like
a pain upon my skin
my flesh, mangled into a dessert for a demon
i go phrenic
afraid of the world
in it's shadow, i hide
clouds of maroon hover the earth
raining red glory, crying red glory, i am red glory... you
hurt me
seven...
scabs engraved
scars unpaved
lashes still bleeding
infested with disease and turmoil
the chaos
me, left to starve and rot in hell
an exit all i seek
me, left in a demonoid peril
left for the lion to feast
me, this maim for a vulture
i'm it's dinner, it's prey
to become the ground
to become the sky
my body for dirt
my soul for the high
	child's voice:
	where we once lived long ago
	where we once knew...
this is my death.
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