Sorrow is but a mortal
Browbeaten
Trapped betwitxt the walls of passion
I have knelt before her
In her courts
I have beheld her innate joy
Coursing through my veins
Like a pill of ecstasy.
Sorrow is but a mortal
Browbeaten
Trapped within the confines of passion.
She is misunderstood.
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