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From the Kingdom's lovely rise clad of blood-spent regret
where guilt lie subdued beyond the calm of twilight
could not the words of the fare maiden find beauty
Of death and power proclaimed
bound of dreadful constraints
beyond "The Moral"
a boastful madness
lying of cold refrain
Macbeth Macbeth your power finds beauty
for the eyes of the deceitful soul
foolish and folly unseen
In muted perceptions
spit from the mouth of the fiery dungeon
each weary heart in-framed
From the Kingdom's lovely rise clad of blood-spent regret
distant and foretold
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