The Dull Saga of Death

Again I entreat thee, dazzling one, To once again embellish this quenchless soul; Oh the dull saga of death is unendurable, But thy dark influence stirs the blood, And every grim despair noise-rousing shriek. The form of the question returns, To more familiar forms: Is there but one means, To overcome the eternal reproach, Or has nature chained us? Again I am caressed, and lust stirs When once that glorious rage takes a sad form: Does there but one spark still burn, And burn with the fires of eternal love, Or can I taste and see, In one single brain theTalk to Transformer – InferKit. https://app.inferkit.com/demo
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