There was this throne
jeweled with thorns
a king waited alone
among the sea of mourns.
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Would it be weird
if the long and lonely path of life
seemed like a glimpse
of what I expect.
...
If I believed in no end of eternity
If I believed in the flaws of integrity,
will my angels be confused?
Will my poems be refused?
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Indestructibility of conscience
and memories like a painful alliance,
sings a song of utter defiance,
writes a poem of rouge confidence.
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The wrath was pure,
when time seduced the end
to my grave, I was so sure
that the wound would be mend.
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After a long age of dragging and grinding
I finally let go.
I freed my soul so it could fly to the rainbow
or some place I don't know.
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End of the day, so near to the way
scattered hay, carelessly lay,
I walk alone, pains undone,
I am the one, who has gone,
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For a while I gave life a fleeting chance
then it happened in a glance.
Silence that I longed for, so long
a great bellowing quiet, so strong.
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As life rivals, my chivalry to the highest point I know
a breeze so slow, silently blow, diseased by the flow.
And there was I, smooth(and) sly standing there alone
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The persistent sunshine etched into my brain
I struggle for a little dark
the acerbic taste, of some Arabic wine
initiates an internal spark.
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