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Site of violence and panic deplored

One sets against the wind of winter

Gentle sinner from darkness is lured

The mind of Satan sent into splinters

Quasimodo sent to the guillotine 

Over love’s sickness and libertine
like a mad poem in a magazine

Uplifted not even by Benzedrine

Purple dusk of madness delights

Man of Christ slowly slips away

In panic and distillations of fright

And no one can see the morning rays