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Unto the Last Day

We have gorged ourselves on blood and flesh
We have desired these to fill our senses
We have longed to be defiled
Over and again
 
We are no better than those who watched death on display in the Colosseum
We too lust for violence
The only difference is that we look thorough a lighted piece of glass
For now
The only difference is that we celebrate the imagining of horrors
For now
Our souls are dying
 
We surely do not deserve you Lord
We have no claim to what is holy, pure, or just
Yet, you carry us onward
Unto the Last Day

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