Amenra Silver Needle-golden Nail
.this is a calling on you.your needle drew.the first blood of my war.the needle drew.the life right out of you.searched the blood.and all I found was you.I had forced you into my veins.we are the blood.we drain.in years of pain.
you have been touched.by the hand.accept your fate.now lead the way.ascend.to rise.above the whole.this is a calling.on you.I will beat you without anger and I will draw from your eyelid a tear.
I bare.my arms.now drive your nails through my palms.when we meet.drive those.nails right through my feet.I have given you something real.you thought that you'd never feel.I have given you something so real.a wound.that will never heal.
