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The proscribed one, is the one I desire |
| the soul's sweet virtue runs red aflame to drown the angel's voice the hidden manna feeds five thousand nights the wandering Jew tempted by Edom's daughter with scarlet hair and promises Phineas waits to avenge virtue given another god but death is an empty threat to a life bereft of charity a bride with breasts like proud young does bedecked in linen lined with gold I sing the song of songs till she relents and gives consent the avenger of blood be damned for all I care if only I one morning soon awake to smell her soul's sweet river aflame |