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Delilah
Delilah One gold hair for character One of grey to lose your strength Ilk of Samson, head an abattoir An endless string that cuts its length While fraying the eternal Staring down at blood and meat Like they were apothecaries For the strength that moves your feet No more judgement No more might The lion’s jaw won’t open Until they turn off every light I cut your mane Though the wait seems never ending Once the ether earns its keep Those voices echo in the doorway You adorn a mask of sleep And try to quell the peace and quiet Until your thoughts can turn to face The mirror, spilling vitriol In a drip to match your pace No more judgement No more might The lion’s jaw won’t open Until they turn off every light I cut your manemore
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