Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Willingly yet unwillingly

Tis true the prison I entered again

Willingly yet unwillingly my soul betrays

An un-canning eye for that of which I was freed

Despairing of it after it has been committed.

Oh once again that diffusing ray

Quicken my soul to once again hate

That bitter taste which wages is death

That filthy stench which pollutes the world and soul.


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