A stronger poison, please.
A fresh piece of heart
brewing in the cauldron.
Is there enough evil to go around?
You are content
in feeding us with poison
Our eyes are blinded.
Did you do it?
We gave our offerings
and you couldn't care less.
A stronger poison, please.
so they would not know--
could not tell what mask
you are putting on.
Enough of the torture.
The blood has been shed.
The tears have come.
And you still say,
"A stronger poison, please."
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