Retribution
March 12, 2016
At the cost of spirit we steeped in shame
Our reason, claimed by nymphs, thus departed
Just one path left now that hymen been claimed
Previous signs shan’t be disregarded
No rabbit can remain burrowed in home
Lust driven actions leave traces for hounds
This life examined ends with death by stone
Follow, with great haste let us be westbound
Warm spring rain drips off the cliffs of your cheeks
Both new house and home lie in our future
With passing seconds your vigour depletes
Soon the birth wound will be closed with suture
The payment of soul brings about new life
The price of my sins: the loss of my wife
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