Welcome to the best spot for the ramblings of a madwoman. I'll be your conductor. Please keep your hands, arms, and existential crisis in the boat at all times. Best put on your seat belts, this is going to be a bumpy ride.
Allow me to speak your praises,
To carve your success out of
My skin.
Let my sacrifice be your original
Sin.
Let the sky thunder and crash
Wondering what storms would come to
Pass.
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