In these words that crash my ears
I now stomach this in fear
With the turn I gathered name as the bastard's son
Who by fire I would come
Through this wire I might cut
Atop this tower of loss and lust
I'll gravitate towards you
I will, in the now, hate you
I'll make you wish you hadn't burned our time before
I'll live through this in a manner
cursed at my own
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