When I sit, lonely
Drooping my heads
In silent prayers;
A slight hump weigh
Down my spine
On the vast inane, useless;
Laying fearful creep
Cracking mercurial heights
With feverish shiver
A witness, to pale my bones
Your untimely dark wit
Trick me
to an unfathomable quip.
A condemned man, me
Attending every wars
of this fearful nights
An oblation, that
I keep ready
To hurt you
By my prayerful arms
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