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I had a dream that you were beautiful
That whoring lips were cast aside for those of purity
It was like a revolt/make a noise/something revolting

In a revolution of sincerity,
You're pulling off your red dress
Oh, so famously caked in blood.
Redeemer! Show some goddamn mercy.
She is calling out your name again

Is it ironic?
She moaned three names last night
David, Isaac, Jacob
She knew each one well
But still claimed; I was the best.