I'm a grave.
With flowers coming out of my mouth.
Take her body into yours.
Deliver me from
The hope
Of
Living.
I cheated. I strayed. I was unfaithful.
I'm unable.
This is the sinner's table.
I'm wrought with grief and rage.
Moses,
Strike the rock.
We're in good company.
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