I bleed before his will,
a fear of death in the night’s chill.
Will the haunts of a desperate deed,
seek your soul for the sowing of thy seed.

The solitary suspicion, illuminating transition
wicked yearnings screaming from divine burnings.
This scornful madness among the selfish sadness,
casted this shadow upon your brood! the devil’s food.

 

 

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