Chaous in his brains beside
Quiet is the storm outside.
Accepting Lord Byron's curse as
Praise.
He devotes himself to crushing the
Iron of blood.
Shaking his whole frame as wailing Child......
To Lord Byron,
GOOD LUCK, BAD LUCK
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