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The Saint I want to walk Where Christ walked Barefoot and naked; Dogs will gather quickly They will bite my ankles And lead the way, Scenting the adrenalin Eating my insides, Purpling my skin. Tatooed harlots will Bring nails and Rub my cheeks With jewelry of thorns. I will bleed Upon their breasts And Heaven will take note. |
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