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Malice Through The Looking Glass
Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me....
I am assailed by a spectre profounder
Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime
I shalt suffer this confessional mime
Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
Only once it is dark doth my misery cease
She died to a sky dressed in flame
Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice
Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice
I am as dusk come to ravish the light
Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night
I will answer thy prayers
If thou wouldst drink of my life.Â…
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