I
And as i repulsively shuffle off this mortal coil,
(how did Shakespeare know about dna?)
The vile torments i bestowed upon my small world,
Cling to me like ravenous parasites.
II
And as the gentle breath,
of all who i have loved,
(so beautiful when quick
with life) suspends me gently over
the writhing pit of my crimes,
i take out my pearly scissors,
and i cut their benevolent web
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