Bless the body
and give me my daily bread.
Drink the wine
and taste the sanguine treasure.
I am cold and unyielding
and your sins taste like ash to my lips.
I can feel your transgressions
and all your former holy dreams.
I love you and your hell
you get a little more lost each day.
Your sin outweighs your heaven
and you couldn't find any paradise.
You completely fell one day
dropping down from the cosmos.
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