It impales me,
It impales me,
With chains
and feathers
it runs me through.
A metal spike,
A metal spike,
held in place
with tight backings.
I smile with a
sense of beauty.
It impales me,
With chains
and feathers
it runs me through.
A metal spike,
A metal spike,
held in place
with tight backings.
I smile with a
sense of beauty.
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