Nobodaddy

:Nobody

Every night and every morn
.Some to misery are born
Every morn and every night
.Some are born to sweet delight
,Some are born to sweet delight
.Some are born to endless night

:Blake

I really don't understand

:Nobody

But I understand William Blake. You were a poet and a painter, and now you are a killer of white men

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William Blake / To Nobodaddy

?Why art thou silent and invisible
Father of jealousy
?Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds
From every searching Eye

Why darkness and obscurity
In all thy words and laws
That none dare eat the fruit but from
The wily serpent's jaws
Or is it because Secrecy
Gains females' loud applause