Say I

My crimson vessel of life

Kneels plaintively on

The altar of sacrifice,

Quietly pulsating.

When deception is deceived,

Truth hesitantly permeates.

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I feel.

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You prepared my altar

Unknowingly, of course,

Decorated with love was

Your labor- lost.

When delusion is deluded,

Perception is the only truth.

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My arteries, prone and pulsing,

Are deftly severed.

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And I…

I feel.