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Love forsaken, hatred and greed were left to thrive in the corpse of compassion.
Abandoning virtue, she sunk into the depths of dire desire.
Forever was she
Doomed to an endless eternity, upon her knees in purgatory
Yet she still refused to speak. With the
Mind of a demon, the puppet master forced the reluctant marionette to dance, dance until the strings wore thin and snapped. Lady Macbeth, the
Actress; with the world as her audience, she strut upon her stage until her final hour.
Curs’d by her bloodthirsty greed, she
Breath’d the tongue of the serpent into the soul of a relentless butcher.
Endlessly rubbing at stains burned into her unfortunate soul, she suffered an ill-fated end.
Though her façade reveals no fault, her conscience sought its fatal revenge,
Haunting her night and day for sins buried deep within.
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a prose/poem about lady macbeth in the play macbeth.
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