tie me up in a tree
hang my noose tight
sharpen my guillotine
see the window of death
yet it wouldn't kill me
dismember me piece by piece
flay me to bleed
flog my body to waste
smell the stench of death
yet it wouldn't slay me
why go for the kill
when you can go for the pain
push me away from you
condemn me into exile
and my soul dies beneath your hateful stare
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