That was a dream of Innocence,
Which you crushed so elegantly;
Under your Divine Feet.
That was a song for a Newborn,
Which you sang so maliciously;
In a Gentleman’s Club.
That was a beauty made for Heavens,
Which you put up for sale last night;
In the Backstreet Flea-Market.
That was a man made for Humanity,
Which you killed day before yesterday;
In a fit of Animated Ecstasy.
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