I am the pantheist
and you are my temple
here, take the knife
trace the old scars
and forgotten pains
slice the skin right open
for I have nothing
but my blood
to honour you with.
and you are my temple
here, take the knife
trace the old scars
and forgotten pains
slice the skin right open
for I have nothing
but my blood
to honour you with.
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