Fair lady, your conduct makes me nervous
Your walls are up in hellish creeping flame
I cannot accept your faithful service
Take flight, hasten away, innocent dame
Dedication is not what I deserve
My heart does not mirror the outer blaze
Godspeed, leave this wreck to yourself preserve
Escape, woman, from this infernal maze
If you refuse, I would abdicate this fate
And, trying, fail; for fire has found function
She, unscathed; I cook as on a hotplate
Knowing, I never felt compunction,
Never explained; I loved her ignorance,
Now blackened, I have felt nothing long since
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