These thoughts that arouse my mind.
The cursed crimes of the secret poisoner
We must confess are the worst of all,
You bless the hand that smooths you pillow,
But by that hand you surely fall.
You put your trust in those about you,
When you lie sick upon your bed,
While you are blessing they are wishing
The very next moment would find you dead.
We must confess are the worst of all,
You bless the hand that smooths you pillow,
But by that hand you surely fall.
You put your trust in those about you,
When you lie sick upon your bed,
While you are blessing they are wishing
The very next moment would find you dead.