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 There was gossip 
There were pleas 
There were rumors of meaning in meaningless things 
Widows readied their marital beds 
Litters of bastards gnawed at your breast 
The filthy are first to be showered in love 
The world's gone mad 
We dress them in furs as they travel the earth 
Saints wear rags 
You blessed our home 
We took you in 
But you had come to the place where the plague had been 
It burrowed into your graces and airs 
It took your queen 
It hawked your wares 
The stoic are first to be covered in shit and life goes on 
But when it don't anymore I will see you in hell 
Where I am god 
God damn it, 
Wait 
They don't love you, like I do 
But I don't know you, like them 
They don't love you, like I do 
They love you better, I know you best 
Every hostile deed is your death 
It's not mine 
            
 
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