The Year of the Bastard
Snowblood
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Egotism fills the room:
the fix is in
An ode to vanity:
all is surface
Let the dead bury the dead:
Deus Caritas Est
Born as a sacrifice, but I will kill all violence
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Redemption comes to me on wings of fire
Like a pierced soul
I bleed into the sky
The year of the bastard
