Can you feel the tension in the air?

To which your toes curl up and to your left; a swear?

Without any remorse or pity or regret,

You see the tree of death of a fate forcefully met?

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Shan't he appear on your doorstep in the early May?

Or shan't he appear after your partake in foul play?

After javelins had been struck to the fragile heart

You too just another tick off from his murdering chart

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Sayings of diagnostics have been spread thoroughly through

And others close believed it to be true

But I the victim would not care to believe

That others close are so easily deceived.

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My crown the surface of a clear white marble,

All of my words come out as a garble.

The sayings finally struck to my being

A peculiar vision of the truth I am seeing.

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White as snow, and snow as white

Could not pass through my vision this night.

Cables and cords used as thread

Slowly I sank to the underneath bed.

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The fault of a disease it itself built

But to the fault of the endless guilt

Greeted with no remorse or pity or regret

Now it was my fate which had been met.