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I have lain with the lambSang his tender praise on long dark nightsSearched my drawn face long and hardFor a sign of his lightShoulders to the wheel for the grist of faithIs manna for the blindLike a child of Cain without the providence of truthJoy did come. It rose with the morning sunLike cold guilty sweat across my browThese are the first words that fell upon my lipsI have lain with the wolfHe seeks me out and demands my companyIn the corner of a crowded roomWith words of madness and water of fireHe whispers, when the demons comeDo you make peace with them or do you become oneof them? Do you?If I give name to my furies, can you name them?He preaches salvation in the lions of womenAnd the black sciencesWhen the shadow fell upon meI knew I was running with the wolfAnd it was his eyes I saw staring backAnd this I learnt and this I knowYou cannot escape the beast when you wear his mark From Letras Mania