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Flayed by Frost

None save the fool who dare inquire
Will pay the price
The hours I wasted on you liars
Now smoulder on a funeral pyre
But if like you I cherished vice
I think I know enough of HATE
To pray for your destruction twice.
With fire and ice.

No thanks to Henry Holt & Co.

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