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O’ requisition beset the lowliest of servants

To do the bidding of the father

To carry the will of mother

Blood thrall, I bind you

Blood thrall, I sate you

by meager vials in olden frames

you have shattered your mirrors

to stare directly unto me…to stare directly unto me

and the vision strays not,

lest sight is forsaken finally

Blood thrall, I bind you

Blood thrall, I sate you