art by nekosnicker
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Am I the master of my fate
Or will this carrion of hate
Embalm my ever writhing psyche
In a box of blood red tape
Poster child, torn snake oil goddess
Cardinal ashes, much too modest
Priestesses of a lesser knowledge
Strung high by tempered sins
Relinquish every innocent
Understanding, reprimanding
On the docket, equal measure
Testify these simple pleasures
Such is life, scape of strife
Uproot the sinister sacred rites
Disciple of a dying creed
Hungering this sickness to be freed