There are open swords in this gentleman's court,
And dogs run about with letters in their mouths,
Barking out their orders with nothing spelled out.
Don't make me forget the details in texture of skin,
The portrait I left on the warrant of arrest,
Indigestible on the table where this crime was set.
I'd rather walk into the depths than stand up in objection,
The blood was rejected where your blade came to rest.
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