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"He who has an ear, let him hear"
She who as an eye, let her witness

I am anxious, full of fear
Crying craven to my weakness

Trembling, cramping
Neat but drear
I'm sowing thorns, I utter lies
Seem surely poised, am cowardice

However I'm crafting this confusion,
You're slaves to my delusion
You're my chosen enemy,
And I'm your shameful parody

Stripped and crude and unadorned
Truth is vulnerable scorn
There I slander, here confine
As lust and lewdness intertwine

I am dressed
I'm served for you
Human dross brought on a plate
Go get your forks
And knives and sate
And Feast, Feast, Feast
Hang me on the highest tree
So that every soul could not but see

"He who has an ear, let him hear"
She who has an eye, let her witness