Scorns of time!
Judgement,
The pangs of despised love;
Beware of the entrance of a quarrel,
And do get out of the sea of troubles! !
To grim and sweat under a weary life
To endure the pain! !
Stired up with envy and revenge,
A fiery deluge!
With thoughts inflamed.
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