Scoop out my insides,
And feed the hungry wolves.
Feast upon me!
For love, I have sinned.
And if with every crime
comes a blatant blessing...
Then let the blood run dry,
Wash me clean.
Restore me to my ruins.
For havoc is my uncalled home,
And mercy, my undeserving anguish.
And as I dwindle down the long
narrow line of sinners,
Regard my scavenged soul well punished.
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