Whore Of Your Grace
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Whore Of Your Grace
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Indistinct truths
Oh how I breathe you in
Fuelling the flame of my obvious mare
Open my eyes, tell me that what I hear
Isn’t in fact a disguise
Clutching at straws carving your name in my
Am I in fact just your game?
Treading the mill, embers beneath my skin
I am the whore of your grace
So many roads I have to take
Dragging my useless disdain
Gaze at my throne, pillaged and vague
This is the end of my days!
Sleepless again, burning for your desire
Feed me the scraps he won’t take
Show me my prize, what I could never taste
Is he in fact not your king?
So many roads I have to take
Dragging my useless disdain
Gaze at my throne, pillaged and vague
This is the end of my days
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