Gray as Gray.
Black as Black.
Tattered as my soul,
An empty, a hollow rock
Deep, holy, true
Running clean.
My soul, swallowed up in yours
Sinful greedy eyes, in your sockets
"Bore our sorrow" they say
A sickness unto sin
Red as Red
Red as Blood
Coursing through your veins
Now, a fatal donation,
To give the scornful: life
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