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(God cares for you Are you going through a hard time? God cares for you and so do we) I am my fear held in trembling hands, convulsing in the shape of a cross burned into my skull Embraced by packs of rabid wolves fixated on my neck Aimed at anguish I can't see breeding in my brain Through a storm of ash my preferred poison rains Collecting on pale skin like frost Clung to forked tongues until there's nothing left (God cares for you) I am my fear held in trembling hands, contorting a crucifix-like spine burned into my skull Temptation lingering above the skin Like images of angels opening veins where there were wings Sickness instilled as immaculate conception Though I've never been a virgin to despair Hesitation wounds like works of art that decorate the earth in familiar shades of black Retracing scars until there's nothing left I am my fear held in trembling hands I am no virgin to despair Swallowing nails in place of pills I am my fear held in trembling hands From Letras Mania