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Opium Warlords
the self made man
I am now taking my path
Sanctified for departure
Into the shrine
Where I once summoned thee
I am sealing my destiny
To become forgotten
Carrying this knife
As the final key
I feel like a flower
Shedding its petals
Grass once green
Turning red
Something has come to an end
Before the sun wakens
I will be dead
When I am attaining
The end of my course
My weak flesh
Cries for relief
Time has come
To complete the trial
The forest is offering me
Her sanctuary
Underground church
Word once made flesh
Sealed with semen
Blood and needles
A chest wide open
Flowers blossom vestal
silence
Bring me your tears