As the razor strokes the flesh upon my wrist -- the blood of a "martyr" trickles
which rests upon thy lips...lucerna pedibus meis...in aeternam...nunquam recordare
pass away like a shadow...As my lifeblood pools and seeps beneath the lychgate...so
end...forever weeping...even the heavens cry...as I descend.
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