tied to the stone
i'm your sacrifice,
the only way for you
to clear your sins
you pull out the knife
from its overly decorated sheath,
the sheath sparkles in the moonlight
this is the way it has to be
with a surgeon like precision
you cut my chest,
exposing my rib cage
i am already slowly dying
you break my ribs
and muffle my screams
you cut out my beating heart
and hold it to the moonlight
i die screaming
you burn my heart
you ripped it out of my chest
are you pure now?
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