Woful Nativity:

What light doth teach,
such brutish man to scream?
Tis’ beauty the culprit with its,
woeful nativity.

Havoc reeked;
dreadful deeds ever more weak
mindless banter misplaced
over ridges and lavish landscapes
Oh hear how he doth scream!
Desires overshadowed by need

what heat doth bring,
a feverish disease?
Tis’ only love that can reach,
so deep.


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