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The altar of life craves for blood

Murder of the flesh is prohibited

Drag yourself through the mud

Drug your senses until everything is inhibited

If my own suicide

Will forever be revisited

Someone must die

But death is no longer permitted

If the future is not mine to weave

Then my spirit will not rest

And my choice to leave

Will be used against my kin

The damp room in which I nest

Has become my coffin

With the last breath within my chest

The devil may curse you all at my behest

If my own suicide

Will forever be revisited

Someone must die

But death is no longer permitted

If the future is not mine to weave

Then my spirit will not rest

And my choice to leave

Will be used against my kin

What does death even mean in the realm of such distorted morality