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Tarnish

Rejoice (or not)!
The first-born, he
Is still alive but
Serpents tie him
To his basket

Fisher of man
You sound so nice
When you whisper
So little
So late

Blot out your lips
They speak mist
Its droplets reach
Out to me, they
Steer me, bleach me

It's dark in here
Where's everyone?
Oh right they all
Went home while I
Cannot:

Washed my filthy claws
Dipped them in shackles
Debts to pay:
Devils, saints
They're all the same

I am so much less
Than overdyed, I am
White and white is
Purity and purity
Is nothing

Sweat off my brow
Tear off my cheek
Blood? No blood but
What I give comes
Close enough

A hungry knife
It pries me open
For all my colours
Have fled inside
Until he's gone