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Mar 2022
I spite an unlawful god
What vile plague bequeath you unto our own
What first arrogance spawn forth from what you've sown

Oh nature so corrupt it filth with ills
A table drench-ed with foul fluid it spills

My bread my chew inedible it is harmed by liquid of deceit

Oh crowned with you are of unbearable conceit


Denier of love pleasure and of what is sure

Implied the cost of your decrepid plight

Oh stained drunk-ed upon what so impure

Grave digger and soil buries of such born light

If what challenges you challenges of said impurity

Then let dote of respect unto it's surity

May this falling, fallen star liberate the hearth and hell you have created

Let fall to shambles floor of villain you have slain

Sweet angel star
Say you'll love me again!
Written by
Philip Connett
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