Surrender to the curse of a forbidden word;
render the verse sullen of being slurred.
Slender spirit tested the first of the third;
gender used to being disgraced, I've heard.
Forever never feared to hear such words,
yet right here, near me, I've heard a herd.
Feverishly marooned by a soul I'd love;
a believer so soon, coming from above.
Shackles are lies, a heart-tormenting lie!
Tackled in the eye, a wretched deny;
why couldn't I cry without a sigh?
A sigh I've had, neither lies nor goodbyes;
but being cornered, battered till I died
by a sly guy, by she who has tried.
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