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O Death and Destruction, I Bequeath Myself Unto YouO harbringer of death
I throw myself at you.
On my knees! I plead
To release the innocent soul
Of the one I hold most dear.
Why do you argue?
I've met your stead!
Now keep your promise to me!
You have relinquished my sins,
Holding knife to my throat,
'Leashing the tainted red from my soul.
Was this a trick?
Did you decieve me?
Just to do your work?
See the mistakes I've made,
I hold them out to you,
All in front for you to see.
The pains I want you to know of, I've put in front.
But look to the back.
Do you see what's back there?
The things I've hidden for so long
May frighten you.
But go in stead,
On a whim
And of your will.
You shall find the light
Hidden, in the darkness.
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