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Ripping Out

Ripping Out

All the visions of this life shant be discreet

As if Aphrodite is who I shall meet

Never has a pain been so long endured

Lost in this terrain I now am cured

Thank you for my life back

Thank you for what you wanted to keep

Thank you for what only you could give me

Thank you for our eternal love

Now I see how death is birth

Never against shall she see her own worth

Why has the crushing of my skull become a test

Please let me breath from your dull breast

It is Van Gogh who has shown me the way

In your own judgement it is know to pray

Now you have seen my death in parallel

Now you shall see the rest in my hell

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