You made especially evident; for none you ever bent.
Henceforth I will be aware, surely, angels aren’t heaven-sent.
Some cruel, corrupt, conniving thing; did let you.
To suckle simple, submissive souls; did set you.
Look, narcissus himself took pity on you with some resent.
It is wholly evident now, surely, you weren’t heaven-sent.
Go back to, from whence you came, what horrendous hole.
Leave with same rigour, with which did enter my soul.
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Lovely – Loved the last line in particular 🙂
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Thanks mariasjostrand I appreciate it
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What a great piece! So eloquent in verse. Love it!
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Thanks lostintranslation79 I appreciate that
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