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Twentyone To Plea(Harmonous Woe Imbrued)
written by maledeth09:10 PM 12/31/04I brought upon myself wicked dreams of insulting night!
To cover self in shadows and reclaim the mourning of worlds.
To my surprise, I had found the womb of nature to be a fucking sight!
Of unwanted drops of flesh crawling 'pon the streets as graven herds!
Shall it be my wish to save the dastard mess one man had counted one by one. I count them sheep outdone by holy cohorts as he had sent the shadow of death upon them...to kill and ravish the nature out of us, filling out the sect that covers me!
I wilt in one most mystery.
I admit to those holy I cannot see.
Please, won't you help me guide myself to infinite mortality....to be a slave to thee.
Suicide is my plea!!!!!
These are my simple words of revelation!
I'll take my woe and will not give to defeat.
I will not stand as the damnation is enforced.
I shall steal myself from the imposed master and hail the dark throne!!!!
I tire. These dreams had stolen my soul!!!
I cannot complacent humankind to go.
Their Plea is empty.
Their wish is death. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Real true, you know? I once hoped for a makeshift harmony....Cannot happen because of simple differences that we cannot accept, like religion and somewhat race. The twentyone, if anyone has read my poetry, is the number of times one has tried to oust themselves of this dust. This is a coming one from that past poem.
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