Doubt The Rabbit
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Beyond Savior
Descended not from Angels' eyes—
See how they stain the ground—
A florid tint of mortal life
And iris, sinful brown.
For angels' tears are cloudless;
Unblighted, true, and blessed;
Free of aggregating grief
Where FILTH had lain its nest.
So be it said these hateful tears,
Licentious and contrite,
Are gems of mortal sin and stain
And wretched, vulgar Wight.
Hmm...
Descended not from Angels' eyes—
See how they stain the ground—
A florid tint of mortal life
And iris, sinful brown.
For angels' tears are cloudless;
Unblighted, true, and blessed;
Free of aggregating grief
Where FILTH had lain its nest.
So be it said these hateful tears,
Licentious and contrite,
Are gems of mortal sin and stain
And wretched, vulgar Wight.
Hmm...