A little rouge, a little cry, some tears, some death,
The radiance of the end, its sprouting glory,
A word shall animate, effacing a part shall it fell,
Feel it move, inside out, from the shadow to light from animus to self,
Writhing in pleasure, deep within, the truth, the fountain,
The opium, the stupor, the haze so bright,
The melody of wound, in the rising smoke,
The specks of life in that wound, consuming the wound, to live, to kill,
Truth shall bring life, a syllable less shall numb that strife,
Paste on my temple that truth, and I shall serve the bidding,
Kill in Your name, die in no shame,
Dye me in red and black, covered in a hood, some sympathy I lack,
Shall kill shall die, shall live not to lie, to the truth I serve, to the truth my verve……
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