the ides of march
blasphemous in your breath
scourge of the julian year
you have bloodied the men i love
for ten thousand moons
this thirteenth year into the new century
finds me shattering the clock
for glass with which
to cut you first
the ides of march
blasphemous in your breath
scourge of the julian year
you have bloodied the men i love
for ten thousand moons
this thirteenth year into the new century
finds me shattering the clock
for glass with which
to cut you first
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