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πŸ’¦ A Madwoman's Diary πŸ’¦ Those the gods love; They first made mad. Death is a…

πŸ’¦ A Madwoman's Diary πŸ’¦
Those the gods love;
They first made mad.
Death is a tale so sad
Her condition has become so bad.
She's the architect of her misfortunes.
She sleeps in isolation with shackles;
Placed upon her ankles.
Helpless in her condition;
Thinking if she was invited to a madness audition.
Who have bewitched such damsel?
Who's body now adorned with diesel?
She only asked for the portion of wealth.
Bathed in the oceans of dead,
Drank of human blood in the shrine,
πŸ’¦ A Madwoman's Diary πŸ’¦

Those the gods love;
They first made mad.

Death is a…