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Pry open empty torture.

I’m your blood soaked chambers.

I’m the knife in your spine.

The gunshot to your head.

Shotgun blasts.

Blood soaked chambers.

Broken fingers, molested blood.

Acidic frost, bury the flesh white.

Embalm them…

Prayers are the dark streets.

Dripping in fog and rust.

The prayer of Satan.

Bleached skin, a tower of pain.

Your soul is fucked.