I ran away from the black church on fire
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golden and silver trees falling on me
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their leaves just like tears of mercy
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I reached the lake whose waters changed into ice
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they tried to bury me
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as a violet light
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took me
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a wild scream skinned inside
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I looked around, myriads myriads of mirrows
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all my images went out of their glass
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showing me their hands a red cross stamped with
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blood
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I was the victim of a sacrifice
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they tried to bury me
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as a violet light
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took me
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a wild scream skinned inside
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Sybil
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| Ataraxia |
