|1||A Sanguine Society|
|A Sanguine Society|
| Feel the heart drain of its soul's precious life, |
Within the scorn and deceit of man's hate.
Doomed to this gossip, this slander, this strife,
Doomed to the putressence of this cruel fate.
The sickness of the world, now clearly known.
Lies, pinned upon the ones we used to trust.
An' praise to the devil, now . . .
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