A long sharp blade,
Cutting through my skin.
How long will it take
For Satan to see my sin?
I don't want to wait
For my Death to come
My debts have all been paid
The process has begun
The blood drips slowly
Splashing on the floor
This is for all who knew me
Who didn't know me more
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