A Plague
A Curse! A Curse on the house of fools! On the mindless! The Weak!
THE FOOLS
BE THEY FOREVER DAMNED
DAMNED
DAMNED
DAMNED
DAMNED
DAMNED
DAMNED
DAMNED
A CURSE ON THE HOUSE OF FOOLS!
some part wonders still why feel I such hurt
such anger
speaks so - that such folly screams me back to a time
a time of but ill, but damned-being
of but hurt and of great anger
"be there any who would comprehend?"
and are those not words of an age past
my darling,
he whomsobecalled "ang mao ler" is dead!
yet you still live.
for it is you that i am. and for that which i am i will be.
i am
weep not in anger, dear one
for i live once more
i have always been.
i am.
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