Catharsis

To drain the blood from this vast
This black, stinking oil
And scorch the prints all there
And deeds go

To pull the dead from the jaws
All this treacherous
As the
And the mouth to the

To cut off every link
That ever touch the soul
All this burn

And burning
That's my suffer

To drink the blood

To cut off every link
That ever touch the soul
All this burn

And burning
That  my suffer
This crippled memory