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The ward was arraigned with spats of blood.The victim, castigate, and yet, part of us.The thoughts in eyes as seen under a hoodBurned in my own eyes and in my blood!Mark'll sink us.A message mesmerized, on all English breath,the crux pretty grasped, but mostly misunderstood. Mark'll sink us.I am desolate. I live the black and blue of the night.Friend depression comes now and again once in a blue moon.It points backwards thus:Mark'll sink us.