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I purvey The sick and the tragic The venom burns A fierce virulence that satiates none Born of stone And sanity marked of meaning Another child dreaming Breathes with me Can you see it? Can you see anything at all? It won't leave me alone... Sinners I am but devil Pure as thunder Pick your eyes from the floor Saints Your heads are on the chopping block You never could ignore Your patience I'll reward With something more - 'You talk with God now' Like candles for the dead I'll spill forth to be read You never could ignore me Letras de cancionesFace down in her fear She asks again (Why?) I answer and watch aghast As my response drains life from her eyes Numbed and pained by my words 'I could never kneel before you!' 'This is not a choice you have!' From Letras Mania