What have I done...
I curse thee, Nessus, for your evil wits!
Your wicked whispers deprived me of my Sun
His soul departed from the pyre Philoctetes lit
And I am the assassin that is to blame
I cannot live with this burden of my ******
My body will soon, too, be engulfed by the purifying flame!
Thanatos, come, I won't delay our meeting any further
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 6:42 PM UTC
What have I done...
I curse thee, Nessus, for your evil wits!
Your wicked whispers deprived me of my Sun
His soul departed from the pyre Philoctetes lit
And I am the assassin that is to blame
I cannot live with this burden of my ******
My body will soon, too, be engulfed by the purifying flame!
Thanatos, come, I won't delay our meeting any further
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