Malice
Snap at me, Malice! snap; thy teeth are rotten
And hurt me not: all know thee misbegotten!
The cureless evil runs throughout thy race,
And from Cain downward thy descent we trace.
And hurt me not: all know thee misbegotten!
The cureless evil runs throughout thy race,
And from Cain downward thy descent we trace.
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