Promise

Hard hold these hands of gold  
Of fine grasp  
And do unduly  
Clench in fists filled with  
......rage  
But as well and often  
.....of great beauty  
 
And also kiss this mouth  
Of fine tongue  
And will indecoruosly  
Speak in fork spouting  
.......rage  
But as well and often  
.....of great beauty  
 
And my God fuck this body wild  
Of fine grind  
And has improperly  
Surged in vengeful spasm of  
......rage  
But as well and often  
.....of great beauty  
 
 
Rage, a thing I'd wish to burry  
So that it never furrow your brow  
I cannot promise rage no more...  
But...  
Beauty, the thing i promise to carry  
through your night of cold and weary  
And too your every castaway shore  
 
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