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Oh the flesh this needle meets
To pierce the deadened skin
Adorn the soul that darkness holds
And pierce the flesh again
As the needle slides right through
The tender of my breast
Exquisite pleasure I do feel
Pain of nothing left
Once alive, but now dead
I walk among the faint
In the rapture of the truth
I will never be constrained
Now the blade that I do hold
Rules the wicked soul
To use its condemnation
And lick the wounds of old
Tasting all that flows from sin
As the blood caresses my lips
Lick me once, cut me twice
And do it all again