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Splish splash, I was taking a bath drawn from the blood of my enemies after I killed them and stole their pigs and their women and sold their children to the farthest corners of the land. Ever shall the wind blow cold over their graves, unmarked and alone.

Looking back, all that I see is your face, mired by all of your thorns. I cannot say why I ever loved you But I'm glad I learned what I know now: I loved you too long, loved you too long. My blood churned with lust for your companionship. Invisible to you just ten steps away, I learned what I'm glad I know now: I loved you too long, loved you too long. May I take solace in a future-- one without you. Without you. Lashed to my neck was a leash made of thorns thriving on your approval. I was lost, last to leave seeing that I was scorned, For all knew what I now know: I loved you too long, loved you too long, drew wretched life from your odi

Hell hath no greater fire than the flames which burn me welling from my heart. I know these flames. I know them well. They are my Hell which, even now, remains unquelled. I'll never quench this haunting stench which even now is all I smell. Mistakes have ruled all my life. They've authored all my strife, encased me in this shell. Now I'll never find my joy. There really is no point in hunting what I've felt. All I think about is you. Guilt is my newest muse, regret my newest Hell. Now I finally know the ire, the unrelenting fire, that's hatred of the self.