God speaks and we fear the dead
I've spent 1000 years holding onto my scars and I still want to sting
She comes down from Heaven
Like an angel without wings
Falling into my arms
Sinking into my heart
She keeps me alive but also hungry
Is she really an angel or is she from beneath my feet
I guess time will tell
I'll live in the flames
Let it bite my skin and burn me alive
Another sting for another 1000 years.
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Nihilist's Cookbook
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