Wow you can fit so much religious imaginary into this bad boy poem

If my blood is holy should I let it flow?

Does that make my blade the burning sword the Angel of Eden carried?

Will I be pure if I burn my arms over and over with holiness?

Am I a failed weasel?

Will I be filled with glory if I do good enough?

If I leave this earth fast enough?

Will I be taken through the pearly gates if I let my holiness out?

Will I be cast down to the depths if I let dirt into me?

If this weasel was forced to fill with the depth of the earths scum can you ever forgive me?

Have you feasted on my halo or have you let foxes feast on the dirt growing under my fingernails?

I'll sacrifice all my holiness to you my dear death

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