embrace the fate of that dark hour,
the moon is down,
i am a moon drop that reason the illusion,
in the affliction of these strange screams
brains were out on their crowns,
the head,
the very fountain of your blood,
his skin laced and his gash'd stabs,
malice performed too terrible for the ear
a torture of mind to say how much is done,
to believe the lie last night,
we hold our tongues,
you know your eyes are made fools
the sun 'gins his reflection,
your cheeks blanch'd with fear,
you must leave,
be innocent of the knowledge,
look into seeds of time,
we'll hear again the cheer.
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