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what gets bathed in blood when its lover is watching?

come at me with everything you’ve got.

i’ll see you when the wrath comes around.

i will fire and forget ‘til we both lay broken.

yararara, even if anger wells up.

i just want to play god for myself, / i just want war and nothing else.

in the bright red sky i saw a pain that i clung to once before.

you make me a god when we come together, / you make me the best but i never get better.

he says, “i’m not here to lie about the pain, i’m here to make you feel it.”

this is me with a knife in the back and a grip on the glass.

how you love like weapons kill.

so this is the hate i’ve been born to.

i am a world before i am a man / i was a creature before i could stand.

but did you raise a tool or a hand? tell me, did you raise a man?

even “today, the day that i killed you” is just “today, which is just the same as tomorrow will be.”

in lockstep with the universe, and you’re well—versed in the afterlife.

the abject gift, eternity / making death a victory.

i’m not some sleepless lost child wishing on a star / love and hate are carved into my cells.

feel the chaos consume me until i consume it and take command.

and i’m a sinner to most, but a sage to some.