Purge
Purge
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I purge myself of the anger I feel
right now much less than a man
a shame shared by the genders
Prostitution, of ideals and identity
I sold myself and my precious soul
For her and far too cheaply
I purge myself of the forces I've set in motion
Thoughts of sorrow for those of the flesh
Destined to suffer such as I
I led her to them, A Judas goat
Now fit only for slaughter
My destiny I embrace willingly
I am ready for the final purge
With the blood of innocence
Still drying on my hands
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