Muse

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Born a bondsman

To an unseen Lady

My blood rings

When she calls

 

In the morning I open my mouth

Pour forth my services

She will be satisfied and I

Left with Peace

Silent inside

 

When the sky turns down

She sings her bequest

Dampness harkens yet again and it

Spins in my head

A twisted top

 

Skull aflame and shot-ears dulled

To the scratching of my own nails

Against the compacting walls

Dumb ears

Deaf eyes

 

O God I only want silence

 

Born a bondsman

To an unseen Lady

My blood rings

When she calls

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