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Heretic
Take your secrets to the grave.
I ventured deep into this cave.
To past events, I was a slave
In the most peculiar ways.
I dug my shovel very fast
Made crevasses I knew that would last
Interacted with those who were aghast at the soil
Was my skin, and the blood was invisible.
I am not righteous at this very moment.
Nope. Not even close.
I'm poking into what is not yet dormant.
I am not righteous at this very moment.
I dug my shovel very fast
Made crevasses I knew that would last.
Here I am breaking new ground
With a tool that's been snapped in half.
The Devil says kill me
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
When I first heard that, I quit remembering dreams.
The Waste Land drove me mad,
Must've been a sublimation.
We would see a sign, red like the blood
Missing from that previous line.
You can laugh at me straight into my face
I'm a heretic, no doubt.
I don't believe in no blind faith.
Only the real one.
Only the real one.
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