XIIIREVENGE
"Yes, she is dead
And what more can be said?"
Those were the words you left for me to use
But I refuse—
Proudly you ask to be
Kept in simplicity.
Only—revenge is mine—
I'll kill you with a shrine,
Festooned with all the gleaming words that hide
Your meaning and offend your pride.
You see, I'm still your thief,
A beggar of belief.
And I can steal from you
A million lies made true.
And what more can be said?"
Those were the words you left for me to use
But I refuse—
Proudly you ask to be
Kept in simplicity.
Only—revenge is mine—
I'll kill you with a shrine,
Festooned with all the gleaming words that hide
Your meaning and offend your pride.
You see, I'm still your thief,
A beggar of belief.
And I can steal from you
A million lies made true.
She was so beautiful! If you must know
Her body darted, but her smile was slow,
Her eyes dissolved into a hidden glow,
A burning lining of eternal snow.
You who liked words untrimmed and stark and plain,
Who really thought that vanities were vain,
Her body darted, but her smile was slow,
Her eyes dissolved into a hidden glow,
A burning lining of eternal snow.
You who liked words untrimmed and stark and plain,
Who really thought that vanities were vain,
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