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*Some of the phrases in the poem are from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. This poem was written for a school assignment. Still imperfect, perhaps not fin..
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The title will most likely be changed later.
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Now he stands to your bed of deathDressed in a cloak of darkness, the living black deathHe reaches to the void, brings about his scytheTrickling upon ..
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Life now in gray smokepanic within did it evokeYour soul in a twisted paintoo much for one to feignThe walk of life, had you arrogantly troddenHarm yo..
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Not quite a poem, a collection of thoughts.
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Upon your birthA sensation of mirthnaive, you startedyour mind deliberately chartedAn insignificant spoton the map of the systempart of the myriadanot..
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Freedom, what a dire thingSuch happiness does it bringFreedom, what a privilegeNot to have it would be sacrilegeFreedom, what a Sisyphean taskHow much..
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Wonder, I, if the abruptness fell upon the others quickly, lightning flaring in my tempest She gave me Brightness, Comfort, but flashed by, thatundec..
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Ah, she gives not acquiesce much to my unhappiness Asked, I, for More of Her She left too quickly Yet, not gently, I realize, abruptly
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That clock, yes that clock rightthere haven't you noticed, it's everywhere Listen to the sharp Tick! Crusading thine heart not much unlike Aeneas unr..
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