I, The Polluter

The presumption, think my thoughts
 Aim low to target your darkest corner
 Surrender all and consume my mold
 Your freshness and glow to worship
 Your healthy claret, a gift
 I, the receiver and you, the giver
 When are we planning to leave and bleed?
 You, the donator, me, the polluter
 Subsist to eat and breathe you dry
 A chalice of charred remains
 A solid education in the art of affliction
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 Drained, emptied out
 Precious, cavernous
 Deceased masks, pretending still
 Defile and inherit the body, your temple
 Release the grip to end it
 Descend into oblivion
 Release the grip, be gone
 Your nursing claret now consumed
 The normal now surreal
 Reclaim the host of rampancy
 To make your soul unseal
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 When are we planning to leave?
 When are we planning to leave and bleed?
 When are we planning to leave?
 When are we planning to leave and bleed?
 No more
 Turn cold
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 You look like grief itself
 When do I come to her?
 Everyone is waiting
 Come together to mourn