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Sacrifice:

Resting on the oscillation of my quavering thoughts,

With one hand on the ramp, the other in the void,

I am pumping my blood through holed vessels;

Leaking closely, reeking freely,

Yet far from being done

Crossing over,

Almost…

Almost…

Splitting my head

Along swift borderlines;

Aiming feebly to float freely,

I’m flexing muscled up ideals.

Scanning the altars for other sacrifices,

I’ll let it be, I’ll let it bleed, I’ll let you drink for free…