Writing simple things,
Assailed by a caviler's stings,
Asborbed the painful scorpion's bite,
In the dead of night~
Revived by Force,
Resolved to stay the course,
In gilded cage, a bullet riddled slave,
A Cynic asked for blood, I gave~
Purify my thoughts,
Glaciate Verity's residue, gold lost,
Acuminate the ends, defile with quiver,
Vials of Sweet Alabaster, I'll deliver~
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