Let them come,
let them gather,
Let them congregate in masses
or not at all.
With metal in their mouths
Let them bear witness my own liberation.
I rescind this blood oath.
I can absorb no more.
Like a sopping scarlet sponge
clinging to the darkness,
she’s dripping with despair.
Let us be wrung dry.
For tonight, I am the moon,
and the moon is me.
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