Sever the life that rebels against what's true.
Forgetting what was to be what is inside of you.
Letting go of all the things that breed such discontent.
All the pleasures of this world are merely suppliment.
I am the empty. There's nothing good inside this heart.
I betray with lips that please but limbs that take no part.
When will I see You clearly? When will I be pure?
I know that only amputation is the cure.
You will begin to sever me from myself.
You will graft in new skin.
I will be whole.
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