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these fabrications you put forth on me they lacerate this soul i try to run you sunder me open to see my blood shed to hear not my pain merely your own you sire these avulsions and i pray for you to sew these afflictions with your propaganda ive seen no veracity beneath that breast why do i adhere to your idiocy im only belaboring you right now youre nothing in my eyes i can now taste deception in your heart you're nothing see my blood shed