In The Dead of Night

In the dead of night
When the wallbugs bite
The footslave’s light
Illuminates the ground

























In the dead of night
When the wallbugs bite
A mistress might
Approach without a sound

























In the dead of night
When the wallbugs bite
The footslave’s plight
Is to be kicked around


























In the dead of night
When the wallbugs bite
The footslave’s contrite
Lips can be found


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