I master of the revels I wallow in
devilry
I paint the town red with my blood
I dead-man I strut with gauche raillery
I choke on a tightly-spun tie-knot.
I devil-of-a-man I spit bloodclots
And die I die fall I fall with a loud
thud.
The day was torn and grim birds yet began to sing as if they knew nothing’s eternal and old gives way to new that man, one day, will fall t...
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