A bullet and two blood shed
As limbs and veins dropp dead
The flames ofg canles wriggle red
Before the deepest wrath we dread
Prons and cons devour her bread
The very night the thunder thread
Vipers twist around her bed
All the farce she never led
Justice faired in words instead
But for tails below the head
The morning crow has fled
To sit behind the rotten shred.
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