Snuff out the guttering candles
Extinguish the brilliant illumination
You can even curse the lamp
If you want him to experience total distress
For hi is out of the fortress now
And all his immunity has vanished afar
He is now into the dark land proscribed by candles
Snuff out those guttering candles
And for his accolade make hell
Don’t strangulate his delicate body
And get rid of his soul too soon
Just smother the lights
To make him pick up from his illusion
In his wrinkled face
Curse the light for darkness to survive
Compel him to retain information
Of the modest souls he nipped out
Anyway, you may repress him
Agonize him like a viper
Wasn’t he one in the near past?
Slay him like a lion
Without clemency or concern
For he mutely preyed on you
And made you calm lives hell
Therefore, snuff the guttering candles
Dowse the lights
Or still more, curse the lamp
For his full reminiscence of the past
That is wholly back to haunt him
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