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The church tower has bent
I'm standing before you stretched
Your bloody spittle you've squirted into me
like a drop of poison, how i feel

I wish my release
My decomposed body
trembles on your altar
My red liquid
starts to run
I can't get rid of you

My blood is flowing in your mouth forever
Everlasting failure - I should go
Guarding my wound opened
you protect your living nourishment

I taste your body
feeling the bitterness of your spittle
I bless and adore you

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