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How long to tear open this flesh,
Let the blood,
Life giving blood,
Taste the air at last.
Blood is pure,
I do not deserve to have it.
I am a sinner,
An evil soul,
Only fit to drown,
And wallow in it.
Blood, come taste the air,
And drown me,
Escape this horrible soul,
Bring death to me.
Because my life is the death
Of good souls.