How close thy shall be?

How close thy shall be?

How close thy shall be
Bed for the not living?
For can you not see
The long life I have missing?

How close thy shall be
Oh, master of puppets?
For can you not see
Your pupil caring buckets?

How close thy shall be
Pond of the red in me?
For can you not see
I have reasons to be?

How close thy shall be
Author of my obituary?
For can you not see
Time’s not yet for me to marry?

How close thy shall be
Oh, day of my slaughter?
For can you not see
I care too much to bother?

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