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"Wicked, wicked eyes!" he gasps,
"You shall not see me nor my shame--
not see my present crime.
Go dark, for all time blind
to what you never should have seen, and blind
to those this heart has cried to see."

And as this dirge went up so did his hands
to strike his founts of sight, not once but
many times.
And all the while his eyeballs gushed
in bloody dew upon his beard . . . no, not dew,
no oozing drops--a spurt
of black ensanguined rain like hail beat
down.

or...

...proclaiming, "Never more will you see the wicked crimes I endured and brought about, but for the rest of time you will look in darkness upon the sights that should never have been seen, never knowing the sight of those I have longed to see."
And as he mourned this way, he raised his hands to smite his eyes no once but many times. And with each blow his bleeding eyeballs stained his cheeks, not oozing slowly with drops of blood, but gushing forth in one dark, bloody shower like hail.