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My salvation was so near

But it does not assuage my paralyzing fear

That trench was to be my astral womb

For God knows it was nearly my tomb

I prayed, I prayed

Bury me at Ypres

With a coffin made of mud

In full battle array

I pray, I pray

To St. Cocaine

I wait, I wait

For virgin white embrace

I am brought back from the dead

To live again amongst the well fed

Bid to forget the hell

The Hell that I learned to love so well

Death’s wail

Haunting Paschiondale

With an elixir mostly of blood

This magic shall not fail

I pray, I pray, and I pray

To St. Leda Cocaine

I wait, I wait, and I wait

For her swanlike embrace

A long march toward a certain death

What doesn’t kill me only feeds my paranoia

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