Damn You, Eve
Mourn my loss of innocence; the Queen of
Love, and I her prince. Dance, we dance, all
the way to Heaven- born of grief, and the
things I have written...And dare I ask, or
merely inquire, on who doth Love me, and who
is a liar? Just say my name, old curse of
shame, cloaked in dark, and murky colors
No skies to fly, no seas to sail, no land on
which to keep my Lovers
All too silent, this lonely night;
No choice to choose, no grounds to fight
These pleading words, and Fools in herds-
marching to the Ends of the Earth
People I loath, and you were told: I do wish
Eve hadn't given birth...
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