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A smell so wretched

Measure attented with ill effects

There arose a question

About purifyng atrocious taste

Present within reach

Under my hand in fire

Truth is lust – feel it

Let their eyes – be darkened

Hope deffered makes the heart sick

No man had ever been so impious

To directly condemn prayer

Attent to the voice of supplication

Alleging it to be insufficient

For reason delaying it's attendance

Fear creeps upon me

As a matter of fact arrival of doom

Perfect little crime – connections in affairs

Free from the amputation of fault

Unlawful premediated killing

From wich succeeding years are numbered

The path of duty is prescribed

Fear creeps upon me

As a matter of fact arrival of doom

Infernal gloom as utter darkness

His hand will be against human

Besmeared with gore as dark temper

Absence of sorrow for mayhem