ocr: Durendal - : Blue. The color Of still Slood. How empty you will be. I am hues beyond you. Hues beyond the jerking Of your Feeble orbs. I am the tooth Of the night. I am the shuddering Blue between your veins. I wish I could pity you. Pity the coup Of your bands. I am beyond all shades. Beyond Blue. How can we speak? I am Widowmaher. Ican onlg sing Of snicker-snack. And you are afraid. Afraid Of me. Afraid Of the ant and the beetle. Afraid Of everything. Afraid Of Blue. Your Fear tatoos my Dame on your lips. How ashamed you must be. Iwill not humiliate you more. Ihold my victories too dear.
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