A laugh like a hyena's bark, briefly causing static feedback on the tablet. The rasping voice howls with humour.
"What's that I taste in prison's water? "Self-righteousness from graveyard's daughter. "Oh, justify it as you will "Even while you sup your fill "On cracking shins and sweet, fat marrow. "But I'm a creature born of Hell "And no minister can tell "Where 'needs' diverge from straight-and-narrow-- "Where the line that sep-a-rates "Our cravings from our fulsome hates "Where the point that does divide "Hell's hungers from those noisome tides "That draw us on, in lieu of Love, "Or other motives of them above."
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"What's that I taste in prison's water?
"Self-righteousness from graveyard's daughter.
"Oh, justify it as you will
"Even while you sup your fill
"On cracking shins and sweet, fat marrow.
"But I'm a creature born of Hell
"And no minister can tell
"Where 'needs' diverge from straight-and-narrow--
"Where the line that sep-a-rates
"Our cravings from our fulsome hates
"Where the point that does divide
"Hell's hungers from those noisome tides
"That draw us on, in lieu of Love,
"Or other motives of them above."