We know not of that Woman,
though ‘tis known that for years
she has begged for death.
what marred such a creature?
unsought furtherance,
everlasting atrocity,
or a centaur,
agog martyrs and honor,
‘tis certain that,
once the castles are built,
their emperors,
though drunk on ***
and branded by adulation,
shall ascend.
but does fame bespeak
an eternity of pandemonium?
Perchance.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 11:57 PM UTC
We know not of that Woman,
though ‘tis known that for years
she has begged for death.
what marred such a creature?
unsought furtherance,
everlasting atrocity,
or a centaur,
agog martyrs and honor,
‘tis certain that,
once the castles are built,
their emperors,
though drunk on ***
and branded by adulation,
shall ascend.
but does fame bespeak
an eternity of pandemonium?
Perchance.
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