Year of Our Lord Porcelain Letras:
Turn to me, see my tears,
this season falls dark again,
your rubine eyes cut through me,
i feel your sulfuric breath.
Live with this sickness for a lifetime.
Wake from your bed of broken glass.
Kill your grace for just one moment.
Pray that this plague will go away.
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Tear into me with talons soaked in rain.
These deep winter scars seal my veins.
Sift through the pieces in hellenistic severance.
Devotions design fosters rabid consequence.
A xerox of the years gone by.
And notes from centuries past.
Scrape the serum from my tongue, a
crime, in the name of all.
Warm your hand on what runs from my veins,
my hands they1ve not moved a single inch today,
I've failed, I just move on.
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