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can you hear those demons wailling
blood frothing for the venom's calling
the steel never felt so nice
before it's coldness breaks,
quenching the coating of ice
with the warmth of blood
so lies the man man now
alone in his frenzy of blades
the whirlwind of consumate joy
modelling himself muses's boy
now cut away, careening adrift
with no more than a song to sing
now! hail to thee happenstance
beloved chamber partner of chance
now this harlequin's idol
first and last lover, everything, all.
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