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I lay myself down, a willing slave to gods and men.  The altar hard and cold, an unforgiving canvas,the pure love poured out creating a masterpiece,  a sacrifice for your pleasure.  The faces morph, with the long list of names, engraved upon me, to carry through time, a concious time capsule.  What do you see in me?  Why do you chose me?  Is it pure or is it filth that causes you to think to yourselves that I am the one to cleanse your heart and all the while you become stronger and I become more damaged with each hope.  The sweetness of my soul bound to me like a curse, drawing hungry wolves to devour me like immaculate manna.  Take, eat; this is My body.  The sinner never giving thought to the savior.