The slaughter shows
But no one knows
This daughter dove
For gems
When garden grows
With thorn and rose
It’s all beneath the tems
Vox or not
A single shot
To calm or kill the curve
The demon's lot
A digger's plot
In Hell, to reign or serve
Their statue's flesh
With heart of stone
And such a frightful face
Still, just enough room
To drag the throne
Back to its rightful place
Heaven is real, and dancing
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