| The ceremony cradles my head in trance
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| I brush dust from my teeth
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| Fleeing hands and spiders plead for salvation
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| They wash the clawed feet of a priest
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| Ritual mockery, rectified doubt
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| I’m holding with arms open wide
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| Sleeping endless sleep on a bed of nails
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| Wake me up with your kiss
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| I’m waiting for confirmation
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| I’m waiting for confrontation
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| I’m waiting for contemplation
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| Waiting for a place to lay my body down
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| The proud encasings of another’s soul
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| Buried deep 'neath the shroud
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| Flourished with the venom of a serpent’s son
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| I close my eyes, retreat
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| The prayer hand lays down on the edge of my sleep
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| Sister Death in leper’s guise
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| Through crimson eyes of the Holy One
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| Everyone will learn to see
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| I’m waiting for confrontation
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| I’m waiting for contemplation
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| I’m waiting for confirmation
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| Waiting for a place to lay my body down
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| Invitations are invocations
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| To the bloody red sheets
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| The circle is broken by the silence
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| The sacrifice of one
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| I’m waiting for confirmation
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| I’m waiting for confrontation
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| I’m waiting for contemplation
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| Waiting for a place to lay my body down
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| Resurrection, past discretions
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| Resurrection, last discretion
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| Confessions
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| Confessions
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| Confessions
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| Confessions
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| Incomplete
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| Resurrection
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| Resurrection
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| Resurrection
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| Resurrection
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| Resurrection
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| Resurrection
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| Resurrection
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| Resurrection
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| Resurrection
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| Resurrection
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| Resurrection
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| Resurrection |