written in vulgar disgust of ignorance, prejudice and jealousy)
deep in this blackened void, the space that used to be my soul
no ray of light, no hope has shown there in the darkened cold
in time memories and pain will fade and disappear
they must
but not until this mortal being has turned to scattered dust
you cannot judge what you canīt understand
take the blade from the childīs hand
all the pretty lies and the jealous whores matter little and leave me bored
repent, remorse, revenge
why donīt you just crucify me
nail me to a cross and bite and scratch and make me scream
if that will get you off
you say a fall from grace would suit me well
well you can crawl straight back to hell
fear not to lie
it will seem a sharper hit nor to blaspheme it will pass for wit
repent, remorse, revenge
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