Pouring drop over drop on the centre of my forehead......
They were bestial.
Agony doth cross my eyes,
Had I not had the aegis;
I would have been solemnly executed.
No betwixt in death and life!
Shall this life not be insocient?
Insocient, is what I choose:
For death shall not scare me...
And for them, are bestial.
"Thee shall flourish the glow of fire!!".....
Says them, the aghast souls they are!!
The tranquil shall rip me apart!
Thought them.
For the sprouts of my blood are silent;
And for them are bestial.
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