I was between the devil and the deep sea,
My home has always being run with blood and with iron.
I thought they said a child should feel nothing but 'safe'
But mine was different.
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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