| Down
dark, damp, dreary corridors I pass,
Shapes line the passageway malevolently glaring, Malodorous flesh hanging limply from their bones, Sarcastic grins mark their leering expressions, Humor with the bargain I have struck. |
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| Empty
eyes gaze upon me void of hope,
These guardians of my quest offer no solace, Nor overture to share the weight I bear, The demons and angels upon my shoulders, Currency of that pact only I could make. |
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| Be
not mislead by tone I suffer regret,
Nor seek neither sympathy nor reprieve, Rather let me testify to you of the light, You whom live in warmth and peace, Choice of bond is yours to acquiesce. |
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| For
the perfect word this path strictly mine to elect,
And though cursed to wander with disease and pestilence, With head high, with stiff lip, I carry the affliction, Though, empty inside with vacuity of soul, Forever to this evil contract, I am resolved. |
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| Ask
me not would providence provide escape,
Pray, seek not leave in my stead, Rather join these spirits in revelation of this word, Yet, smiles, resign temptation, give each his due, For the compact is mine alone and rightly so. |
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| Perhaps
in time yet to come, an age yet to pass,
This perfect word purchased with the blood of soul, Shall freely bless lips not born with ballads sweet, Shall foster grace to hearts virgin of spite, Down dark, damp dreary corridors I pass. |
