Theres nothing worth the time to say
This debt has gone too long unpaid
I know I should be so afraid
But I have found my instincts
I taste the wine upon your lips
And know this is not your first kiss
There is no blood that I will miss
And I must take my leave
Anathema maranatha
Once more with this familiar motif
Another goddamn song of grief
But we are past the time of fief
With a smile I stop the keening
Theres voices beyond where I can see
The whispers press insistently
I hear them calling out to me
They were not dead just dreaming
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