Fire burns take this pain tear it out from these veins
Cold grey day drain this stain warm pen write this frail return
That I might forget

And wash these stains
These sole hopes slain
Break me apart all in vane
Black cries red
Creations drained
Absent mother sleeps in the rain
A daughter weeps take this pain
I’ll live with my rage
Silent silent my gasping hate
Why why do this
Why accept it
Why do this

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