Manduka!

Creeping up unto my brain, over my icy rigid veins,
Raging thoughts so bestial and foul, my heart is marred of black stains.
O free me from this pain, free me from this feral beast,
Or It’s sooner to the day this blight shan’t be of any, in the least!
Kind in deeds, in soul and shape, resting with Gods, I’ll say,
End is nigh, think right and true, or you won’t see another day.
Darkness, not light, greets you in death, if you’re just a Crooked ol’ man.

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