Madame, you may not take my lasting soul,
For, though it's ripe, it may still disagree;
A part of you escaped the shrinking whole,
And loss will make a want of part of me.
But still, madame, your duties you may take
And eat of those who in your name have sinned;
Morbid offense will bare these spirits' ache
And make them plenty for the hunger-thinned.
Madame, your own inherent evils long
To consume of the souls of willing men;
All those that slipped into your arms were strong,
And, finished with you, made their own sad end.
But if you were to take me 'gainst my will,
My body would be yours, my soul mine still.
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VICTORY!
especially at "Madame, thine own inherent evils long...."
there is some tricky phrasing on the read but all in all the rhythm comes true.
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Do not worry, if anyone it to consume thine soul than it shall be me. I shall let none other.
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"Eet's blue an blue on de ting"
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