Fall, the purple poison,
Onto your lips.
Tell me. How does it taste?
I imagine it bitter and potent,
(A taste) like ink on your tongue.
Swallow and feel the warmth and cool in your throat
As your soul burns away.
Do you feel it? You must!
For it is the last thing you'll ever have felt as your heart stops and your lungs freeze.
We'll burn your body
And destroy every sign
That you once lived,
A life entrapped and mixed with bloody pains and lusts.
A sweet death we have devised for you.
I can taste it,
The vile, red liquor
That drips from your lips.
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