The tormented soul
Of a being that is none,
The scourged soul,
Of a mind that is done...
Hearts broken forever still,
To a woman again lost,
Mouths shut of many a few,
To a man without cost...
The horror grow deep within,
For faces hidden afar,
Nothing is forever a sin,
For open eyes looking the Star.
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