My ___-'s ____
The __blood__ on your __throne__
Could make a __good man cry__;
But I _stood_ _by_ like __stone__:
Such _sympathy__ was not _yet mine.
We _danced_ until the _year's end
_Sang_ from the _infested__ _skies_
My _laughing, br oken friend
Could not see through my lies.
The _truth_ that held my __life__
Was shackled
At _once_ ____
You _yanked_ _me_
With a palm caked hard by _mud_,
Then _sent_
Still _laughing to your __love_.
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