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The Pain of Knowing
There is clarity in flayed flesh
draining memory from the body
and
this knowledge drips down near the ribs
and
spreads to the rest of the body
and
I scream with the hoarse-voice
of the bastard I am
but still expect salvation
What a fool I am to do this
but I rear my head every now and then
and shout
I’m going to kill you
I’m going to kill you
As I lick at the draining knowledge
and
hope I can keep some of it
and
I hope it matters.
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