Suffer Me

They lie,

those wicked words of testament,

winding their way through,

twisting their way around,

tearing their way in,

to complete the sin,

that was made when you were birthed,

so softly was your start,

how bitter was your end,

come bathe in this,

sit down and sing,

for there is nothing here for you,

but the darkness of forever.

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