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I'm A Pulpit

My mind is the burial place    
running from insanity shadow    
not a haunted old house    
to be cloaked in madness    
thinking I'm a pulpit      
lusting for the dowager's blood    
where her kisses bleed  
like a crimson piquant    
by the ink of my quill's cane
Written by adagio
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