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And now in tranquil fortitude The shifting sands of time I was sick with fever Hand on the hymns Expiring Ashen eyes in delirium Soliloquy in suspirium No A lock on the sanctum One of the cursed, forever in debt Daughter, my unfortunate son I bequeath you verity Twins, usurping strands of flesh You are not mine Poison loins of mother Cursed my vigorous seed Longing for a child My love for her Birthed a controversial plan Her eye on him One so ordinary, soon in nameless grave The bane of my existencе Sordid flesh communion Gold in mouth, he impregnatеs Swallowed my shame Like a man of affairs Lineage and name Still fast in my prayers