A corset squeezing out the breath,
A python ’round the neck:
Clean and cold conformity –
That demoness of death.
Draped with cords of every sort
The better for to bind
Relentless eyes burn arctic bright,
Compel with cruel design,
And in the deep of every night
With calculated, clear delight,
You’ll learn to walk the line.
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