Bred a life of loneliness and despair
Hands woven since touch is meaningless
Shadows casts darkness that blinds
Covering thine eyes 
Hidden away is the destruction of
Canvasses once beautifully marked my stains of nativities blood
Have you no heart?
Oh impossible rouge, betrayal of all the world
You must find such trivial ramblings amusing
Mock me not, sir 
For I shall stage the final opus

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