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And now in tranquil fortitude The shifting sands of time I was sick with fever (he's sick with fever) Hand on the hymns (collapsing, expiring) Ashen eyes, delirium (no) Soliloquy, suspirium No, no, no A lock on the sanctum

One of the cursed (one of the cursed) Forever in debt Daughter, my unfortunate son I bequeath you verity Twins, usurping strands of flesh You are not mine Poisoned loins of mother Cursed my vigorous seed

Longing for a child and my love for her Birthed a controversial plan Her eye on him One so ordinary, soon in nameless grave The bane of my existence Sordid flesh communion Gold in mouth, he impregnates (Why)

Swallowed my shame Like a man of affairs With lineage and name Still fast my prayers