Fie! That incestuous, that adulterate...
O wicked deed seeded from ambition!
And not just cruel murder which did play out
But witchful wit and gift meant to seduce
My seemingly virtuous queen, Gertrude
Which now brims with a most lustful aura
Fie! O Fie! What a falling of was there
Alas, from dust to dust, I have cycled
O, the apparition of a once king
Cut off, even in the blossoms of my sin
To the depths of hell I was confined
For the weight of my sin was not lifted
By sacramental means, which causes much grief
Now doomed to walk the night a certain term
And for the day confined to fast in fires
Alas, I must act of haste before (I) end...
O, A sorrowful ending I do have
May Hamlet's edge not dull for
He must act with strength
Determination
To avenge my untimely undoing
O O O O O!
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