.Nail this empty casket shut and leave my corpse for the sun to rot
Burn this flesh collect my teeth
So impure, misanthropic
Insects crawl upon the stars, as I rip out your beating heart
Torn from the womb ripped limb from limb
Your bastard child, born into sin
Beg.
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