Will my dirty dark heart revive to beat?
If it does that burning hell i may go
Bowing (as knucklehead) in strange defeat,
Cuddle my burnt skin as hell wish me so.
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The creator my strength! Till my dying death:
Heaven breathes, like a dragon my inks burn;
Inscribe my tale how I left this earth:
Rebelled from land, to the sea I'll return:
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All do hail! The poet of a poet
With the mightiest of all muse,
Created the earth within his breath;
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In search of a safe place, journey yonder.
Tread the farthest land as time bid me so
To the safety banner to nest under.
Find my haven, no matter where I go.
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Like a ball suspended in space i float,
Towing through the emptiness all again:
The clock move to her duty, while i pause
With gaping space in my heart: wide but void.
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I'm dying, what happiness is derive
From pain? As a killer forgot his knife
Deep within, the left side of my bare chest.
My lids are weak, aching to die and rest;
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A thousand do fall at my right
The left took ten thousand at ease,
Numbers are crowd, single is might
The strength in numbers, wane and cease.
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From the corridors of my prairie land
I bent low, plucking a rose, just for her;
I felt the bright petals through my left hand
With my right I cast the thorns to wither.
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Let the bicycles, wheel around the clan
Trample the palm leaves, left by naughty sprogs;
Blaze firewood awaken by a fan,
Creeping garter snakes, are maul'd by farm dogs.
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Gallows are hanging again by daylight
Fire burns the skin from propanoic fuel;
Surviving men are thrown down river bight
In the midst of this 'chanting mist, I dwell.
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