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Trust (The Sacred And Unclean)the haven of sick minds, this is a holy place to behe felt gouts of meat stripped from his limbs, the corner of his lips flaking off like mica "devils are holy, holy for suffering the sins of man devils are sucking at their lives devils are holy, holy for suffering the sins of man the sins of man" saliva in his mouth and throat dried, pierced his eyes, stuffed his hole full of soil looking back, he saw his body crack - symmetrical without fear he is completely lost, but found the sacred and unclean the sacred and unclean absence of heads shattered, peeling, tumid bullies split wide open dig a little deeper dig a little deeper facial features had literally been erased hundred of shreds and tatters hundreds in the weakness of despair devils are holy like a dream remembered holy for suffering all dust again the sins of man such a holy place to be |