Absolution

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A stinging sensation
A trembling body
Streams of water
Aching tears

The pain delays the brimming insanity
She grips the blade, determination thrumming

She's freefalling
And there's no cushion, no parachute
Her body jolts
She lands too hard

Cries of agony
The streaks of blood mesmerise
As she calms and she wavers
She returns from the high

Unbearable, she craves absolution
From Lucifers blade
From heaven to hell
Her heart, her mind, resets
And her soul shivers
She's free from her bindings

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