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They called me the Black Angel and I didn't
objected That name said it all
contrast, threat, refined gloominess, I :
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glided across the courtyard like a harbinger and
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slaves , ,
froze. Someone was already lying in a sarcophagus
bound . like a sacrifice or a Someone
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gift . -
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hung by the wall, frozen in a pose between
passion and fear And above, on the dark
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thorns under the blackening dome of the hall
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girls impaled on spears like trophies , .
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Their bodies were bent as if in
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a slow dance of pain Not ,
They did not resist. They did not beg. They looked
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into . .
into the void with that silent humility that
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fate ,
is found in those who have already accepted their .
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