Into the sadness is veils torn
for into wrath does it turn
the shattering of the wheels
it's all but a Shú to it.
For the divine compass as whore
for the every nights yours,
I am yours, I am yours - doeth
thou not see my tears ?
It's so wet, into the moistness
they all seek to be ravaged
to be made mine - but I am yours
for the poison drips ,' drips.
The chaos which flows around
into you I have torn
and writ the true names but
none can read them.
You adorn me, you respect -
to seperate act from us
I am much older than you into
the sly maiden turned.
Into duskwet streets was I cast
there was found a switch
for a vessel to make Thy to Thou
my tears are so deadly.
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