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Cry skin; weep along with the angels Blood is worth more than water with salt Eyes are of no relief anymore They’ve revealed too much Of some tattered soul There is no cause to weep with tears any longer The red will replace the clear Let the inner hurt be shown outside Displayed thus, As rubies are Love, Hate and Rejection, let them be written In place of being splashed on the floor O let them be engraved on the ever-screaming skin Let blood, holy blood, in my name Spell Pain