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The Rapture
Every insecurity, every emotion
private, unclean, is well kept inside of me.
Of all times I've wanted to kill the parts of
me that still yearn for you....
Tearing off limb from limb 'til memories of
you no longer haunt my ever waking hours.
To erase the feeling of pain and ecstasy that
my skin with your trace gracefully tattooed.
Desire unclean my addiction to you; wishing to
wipe away the smear of disgrace, the scars upon
my womb.
That mercy nor God shall save me from the wrath
and shame I am forced to endure; of the innocence
destroyed through lovemaking, lifetaking, heartbreaking
this prison of regret now becomes my home.
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