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Sacrificial home

work in progress would love suggestions.
The pain becomes to much to bear.
Witch is why I need to catch a hare.
To begin the sacrificial rite.
For soon they'll be no light.
When the drums beat on.
And our hums become one.
We ask her for, only one more.
 But to cut the lamb that's in my hand is to cut my own for I am home.
Written by Dammdammed
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