I lay naked, bleeding ink
with pages of forbidden text;
but though I'm ill yet cannot blink,
you mockery tongue had perplexed.
I clinched my fist;
the remains of my heart cries out,
'I may no longer exist! '
with my raging voice I shout.
Your blasphemy you had spoke,
shattered my bearing soul;
and by your voice my heart broke,
and it is my heart that which you stole.
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