I see you’re having fun with the dust of the days
I see you play with toys, toys with hidden swords
I dislike to see you feeding unnatural affections
Leaving no counter poison to the hate you spread
And now
I saw two sets of jaws fly into your heart
Claims for heroes and ghosts clamering for reply
There is a sort of delight when you masquerade to the ball
Right before the loom strikes I see you fall
And now
On the day we arise and come to extremes
You’ll be surprised to know who’s the enemy
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