Empty in eternity will
I be without you, so said
Of you, yet I never descend
The serpent deceit in Eden
How vile your venom of 
Lies will lay and nail me, 
Those dark days like my 
Memorial verse that left 
Me quakes, and quote of our 
Gorgeous, and glorious
Ecstasy which was once 
Better, but now bitter, as 
I now feel the stench, and 
Stings of love, like a 
Whimpering woman I weep, 
While all your thought is 
My death at dawn, and the
Sun's wax, and wake you  
Wouldn't want me see, as 
You bemoaned my anger 
Another bad trait the 
Blood of every man holds, 
Yet why will a snake be 
Perturb of the slickness
Of a snare, those lips so 
Slick, and rich with
Embellished lies with your 
Words so clear, and cruel.
You played my precydex, yet
At night the bed shrinks
While you smile, and smell
Of bad consciences with 
Another, now I know why the 
King killed his last duchess
For better, and bitter of them
Both, as I dread the coming dove                
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