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Scar

(for two-person whispered/murmured chant)

Where the flesh is ripped     (Where the cut still bleeds)
From the wounds of war    
Where the skin is whipped     (And the corpses lay)
To settle a score    
     
Where the cut still bleeds     (Where the sky turns grey)
And the skin turns black    
And no one heeds     (Where the skin is whipped)
Another knife in the back    
     
Where the sky turns grey     (For this is my laughter)
From the floating ash    
And the corpses lay     (And no one heeds)
Among the fallen trash    
     
     
Here you will find me     (Here is the answer)
Here is my soul    
The scars that bind me     (When I'm able to see)
Make this hell hole    
     
Here you will find me     (Here is the answer)
Here is the lie    
When I'm able to see     (When no one heeds)
Then I'm ready to die.    
     
     
Ravage the Virgin     (Prey in your churches)
And burn down the Cross    
And then try to laugh in     (And no one heeds)
The face of this loss    
     
For this is my laughter     (This is my poison)
And this is my curse    
Hidden in rafters     (Secrets unfolded)
And poisonous verse    
     
The wounds that I've taken     (The borders of darkness)
Will fade to thin lines    
The will is not shaken     (And no one can read)
By portents and signs    
     
     
For here you will find me     (Reach in the darkness)
And here is my soul    
The scars that define me     (Search in your heart and)
Suggest a dark goal    
     
When this is my laughter     (Sing a new song, for)
The light feels the curse    
And old venom sets     (One baleful eye)
Her sights on much worse    
     
Here you will find me     (Here is the laughter)
Now is the time    
When time is unfolding     (Here is the song)
In dark faceless rhyme.      

... repeat until insanity sets in ...

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