It was my divine play (Marquis de Sade)
It was my divine play in the mental hospital.
The actors were crazy, the director was crazy (me),
everything was crazy,
and the Parisian nobility loved it all.
Of course it had to end.
That too was taken from me, the bloated,
sick sadist.
Oh. All those manuscripts of mine,
which my son destroyed.
A note from a poet. The Marquis de Sade, was a writer.
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