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Right below me, twisted, buckled Pointing fingers through my face Chewing on my screaming, crying Plea for Jezebel's embrace Down the stairs I move O'erlooking selves of all I've been in thought Kissing and seducing all these Selves I wish that I were not Writhing like a piston Cold as oil lubricates the path Burning down the schizophrenic Self reflexive rapist's wrath There, with fire in my hands I hurl it on the crowd below Twins of faces, plus one other Shocked and helpless call out "No! You cannot do this!" There in flames they smolder As the hemlock would As bones and sinews melt, I tell them "It's all for the greater good." And now a diety I stand Before my judged and blackened kin Save only one, a different hand Was cleared of her new virgin skin. From Letras Mania