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It's almost always a bad time

To pass by the maiden's tower

Through the gravel I've been treading

Her eyes burning holes in my back

With only the window to veil her sneers

From her perch she peers

High above the snakes

Carrying shit and shuffling our feet

With only the window to veil her sneers

A sky filled with blazing suns

Still could never warm me

Freezing in the towers shadow

Everyday my skin turns

More and more yellow

As I wait for her gaze to crush me