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This ain’t the road to deliverance

A passage of shame with a heavy fence

Mourn! Just weep! Like weepers do

I am a headsman. The guilty‘s you!

Just talk to me my tiny traitor

It had to be so sweet to hate her

To trait her, let her die like swine

A pale figurine buried in a brine

In placid waters, there she’s asleep

In dismal quiet, slumbering deep

Awake, you still can hear her moans

On perfect berth for silent bones

Mourn! Just cry! These waves lack salt

This doom in you! Slow fall through fault

Is there a medicine for such a mess

A redress for the soaked cold tress

Years bleed like wound through eyes in tears

A broken, empty kiss on hearse

And you stay still, like the withered throat

A broken guard of the broken oath