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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, September 12, 2011

Sacrifice

Fire-Spirt by filmchild
Let me be your sacrificial lamb
I get off on giving til 
it hurts
Spill my blood upon the altar 
to your gods
I am no virgin
but my heart is pure
I bleed ecstasy
I will redeem your sins
Throw me upon the pyre
I'll save your soul, baby
Watch me burn
white hot.