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And now in tranquil fortitude

The shifting sands of time

I was sick with fever (He's sick with fever)

Hand on hymns (Collapsing, expiring)

Ashen eyes, delirium (No!)

Soliloquy in suspirium

No! No! No!

A lock on the sanctum

And the cursed (And the cursed)

Forever in debt

Daughter, my unfortunate son

I bequeath you verity

Twins, usurping strands of flesh

You are not mine

Poison loins of mother

Cursed my vigorous seed

Longing for a child and my love for her

Birthed a controversial plan

Her eye on him

One so ordinary, soon in nameless grave

The bane of my existence

Sordid flesh communion

Gold in mouth, he impregnates

Swallowed my shame

Like a man of affairs

With lineage and name

Still fast in my prayers