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With present great, O’ gracious hate O’ hand in heart, neither tripp’d nor fear’d Doth thine conquer, by thine of corrup’d lips O’ Sicker thy pour’d thine sicken canst Thy chanc’d on seated heart Hath thy slate nigh single sinner hips Wither’n hither if b’yond, where’n nought With’n ernst wouldst prove best O’er hung upon the dislocate O’er hung ‘mongst the rest O’ implor’d thine harvest With thine of wicked hand Thus thou shalt do, howst thou shalt plunge’n. Murth’ing sex hold at thou’st darkling sight Dost seem plung’d thou’n thy thick night Night form foretold milk’d thine breast Thou shalt b’sworn, bitter’n crest. In swinish sleep, O’ grace of gurnish hell Trammel’n surcease, deceit upon brow Unknowest known, tak’n eye upon foe How’st for, thou played’st most foully for Give solely sovereign sway, sworn o'er swell’n, Poison’d chalice, O’ in wanton fullness Fall’n O’ fallace upon th’other In punitive hail, O’ fall,O’ fail How’st dare’st do’n all, O’ Doth crown’d th’thorn t’prick th’law Thus thou shalt do’n, Thus thou’st forlorn, Esteem’st th’privy procreant cradle F’rapt fools of foolish valour Succumb f’certain tongue’d desire, thou Shalt reign ‘pon th’heavenly galore For th’Christened babe Wept ‘pon the cherubim whore: “Great Glamis! Thou art shalt be, slain th’head ‘pon the Heaven’s decree!” Hast form’d a kiss’n heaven, Doth thou callst th’pure Why hath th’crown crowd me by livid, in my stir Ever hath thee crown’d withal Hath borne a light, So to withdrawal.

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Bloodlust with'n Perversion

With present great, O’ gracious hate O’ hand in heart, neither tripp’d nor fear’d Doth thine conquer, by thine of corrup’d lips O’ Sicker thy pour’d thine sicken canst Thy chanc’d on seated heart Hath thy slate nigh single sinner hips Wither’n hither if b’yond, where’n nought With’n ernst wouldst prove best O’er hung upon the dislocate O’er hung ‘mongst the rest O’ implor’d thine harvest With thine of wicked hand Thus thou shalt do, howst thou shalt plunge’n. Murth’ing sex hold at thou’st darkling sight Dost seem plung’d thou’n thy thick night Night form foretold milk’d thine breast Thou shalt b’sworn, bitter’n crest. In swinish sleep, O’ grace of gurnish hell Trammel’n surcease, deceit upon brow Unknowest known, tak’n eye upon foe How’st for, thou played’st most foully for Give solely sovereign sway, sworn o'er swell’n, Poison’d chalice, O’ in wanton fullness Fall’n O’ fallace upon th’other In punitive hail, O’ fall,O’ fail How’st dare’st do’n all, O’ Doth crown’d th’thorn t’prick th’law Thus thou shalt do’n, Thus thou’st forlorn, Esteem’st th’privy procreant cradle F’rapt fools of foolish valour Succumb f’certain tongue’d desire, thou Shalt reign ‘pon th’heavenly galore For th’Christened babe Wept ‘pon the cherubim whore: “Great Glamis! Thou art shalt be, slain th’head ‘pon the Heaven’s decree!” Hast form’d a kiss’n heaven, Doth thou callst th’pure Why hath th’crown crowd me by livid, in my stir Ever hath thee crown’d withal Hath borne a light, So to withdrawal.

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