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Mother sin, you know my bent

Responsible for all

That colours the paths

I have gone

A tragedy was torn

From innocence and sorrow

To a region I belong

Where days of trust grown

Inside life

Have not existed for one stand

Not even


Has come.

I may obey.

Path into black.

Raven on my shoulder.

Bow to spiritual.

You who taught me conjuration

In hours of hellish creed;

Fragile, grey-haired picture dead

Why you will pass, and I will sneer.

Spiritual /

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