Enmity struck his heart,
Inside his body the part
Was heard to crack and make
A little blood of ache.
Houses of silver contained
Me with fright and maintained
A stable condition in hospital
Where I dissolved my juices to belittle.
Struck by the inward attack,
The heart blasted and was black.
The death of a jobbed manager
Was continuously a danger.
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