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Orgasmic Death
Out of the cradle, though it is still rocking
Perpetual peace, though the gun is cocking
Inspiration arising as the will dies
Streaming tears despising as the black blood dries
Dark loneliness descends while freedom reigns
Pure strength surrounds me while my suffering gains
Holes tear open and my heart quickly shuts tight
Trust is forgotten and forgiveness takes flight
Rescue has relief though not reality
Virtue has unveiled without vitality
My life has unwound and the red creek trickles loose
Identity is found in the arms of the noose.
Almost perfect if you don't mind me saying. I think you are the best here. It's the very last line of Orgasmic Death. Perhaps identity can be found elsewhere than a noose ?