The Death to have fury of the fire
Burns aflame she its malice
The Death to have a drops rain
In them, she stomps the adversities
The Death to have a body shade
To hide their own defect
The Death to have muteness
That will hide in quiet fraud
But sin even so has not snuck out of closed eyes
Only worms creep from hopeless hole
and this nothing in contrast with NOTHING!!!!
Please, not give me to....
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