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The music is whirling Aristocrats are twirling Many are drinking No one is thinking With Pauline in my hand Unlike my wife whose so bland She can't comprehend Why our love must end In her glass it stirs Sweet wine that blurs For a while we dance at the ball Soon after Pauline starts to fall My lovers eyes are blank The stench of death so rank My heart is torn For my love we mourn A gold ring lays on my wifes finger Suspicion in me starts to linger In her hand a clear phil Pasted on her face a wicked smile At the church she should be Not here with me You cold blooded minion Our love forever gone I reach for my knife For she ended my love’s life With a feeling so high Knowing she will soon die With death our problems are mended Her insanity has finally ended Two girls dead on the floor With my terror I flee out the door With dead our problems are mended Her insanity has ended Being dragged away to jail Knowing my wife has prevailed
Revenge
(Husbands point of view from ''The Laboratory'' by Robert Browning)
