Trinkets A Doom



Purge up fantasy

for your lit fancy

my dance is chaos

for to enchant me.

Wretched stale

my pride impale

this crook spills

doom in a pale.

I douse ash asunder

my decency under

a chronic thunder

my soul plunders.

The Devil’s about

my fear my doubt

my hope it shouts

remove this clout.

Dear Lord I clown

frown upside down

for these trinkets I

placed on me found.



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