Editing Grimdark Songwriting (section)

===Robert Browning: My Last Duchess===
    That's my last adjutant painted on the wall, <br/>
    Looking as if she were alive. I call <br/>
    That piece a wonder, now: The Confessor <br/>
    Worked busily that day, and there she stands. <br/>
    Will't please you sit and look at her? I said <br/>
    Confessor by design, for never read <br/>
    Strangers like you that pictured countenance, <br/>
    The depth and passion of its earnest glance, <br/>
    But to myself they turned (since none puts by <br/>
    The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) <br/>
    And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst, <br/>
    How such a glance came there; so not the first <br/>
    Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not <br/>
    My orders only, called that eager spot, <br/>
    Of joy into her pallid cheek; perhaps <br/>
    A Guardsman chanced to say "She wears her cap <br/>
    Askew, as it please her," or "Prayer <br/>
    Must never hope to match a lock of her hair <br/>
    Taken from her head": such stuff <br/>
    Was unacceptable, I thought, and cause enough <br/>
    For flagellation (she did not). She had <br/>
    An attitude - how shall I say - relaxed <br/>
    Too easily beguiled; she listened to anything <br/>
    She looked on, and her ears heard many things. <br/>
    Sir, 'twas all one! Morning prayers, arrests, <br/>
    The whispers of the Dark Gods in her breast, <br/>
    The impious jibes some vulgar soldier <br/>
    Would throw her way, unaware of her <br/>
    Position and my power. All and each <br/>
    would draw from her alike the approving speech, <br/>
    Or an ear at least. She took confession - good - but prayed <br/>
    Somehow - I know how now - as if her faith was any other jade. <br/>
    A heretic. Who'd stoop to blame <br/>
    This sort of crime? Even had you time <br/>
    For a trial - which I had not - for heretic slime <br/>
    And to say she burns, and to say "Just This <br/>
    Is your fair fate, you lying bitch, <br/>
    Traitor to the Emperor" - and if she let <br/>
    Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set <br/>
    Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse, <br/>
    - E'en then would be some stooping, and I choose <br/>
    Never to stoop. Oh sir, she prayed, no doubt, <br/>
    On every feast, but which gods blessed without <br/>
    Those same prayers? This became clear. I made commands. <br/>
    Then prayers turned into screams. There she stands, <br/>
    As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet <br/>
    The Governor below, then. I repeat, <br/>
    The Inquisition's munificence <br/>
    Is ample warrant that no just pretence <br/>
    Of confession will be disallowed; <br/>
    Though to find heresy, as I avowed, <br/>
    At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go <br/>
    Together down, sir. Notice this seal, though, <br/>
    The skull and I, together as you see, <br/>
    Which gives certain... powers to me. <br/>