Maveriqué Richard

Beside the shores of the bare sea
Have I laid before thine birth;
With numb hands that had known not which
I have cried my heart for thee.
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If my hand should dribble of blood,
And my clothing of slime and mud,
If I gird my thighs with bows,
See me, but speak not howbeit.
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Why do men accept defeat?
And let their hearts, beat in bits.
They all fear to face their fears,
They let her burrow through their dreams.
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As I tread this forbidden path;
Tears, like river, floods my eyes.
With Evil tongues prattling on,
I am Bathed with fire and Brine.
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I don't always love;
I don't always trust,
I always don't fear;
I always don't care.
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Say not what would please the ears;
To the lofty flies that'd feast my blood,
Sprinkle not the cakes icing;
When worms come to dine my flesh.
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Would I have in flesh exist;
Nor my trespasses desist,
Could not sin my soul defeat,
If He had not loved me first?
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Blame me not for the words i spoke;
Even as they fled my mouth.
Hold them not against my soul;
When my hands and feet grow cold.
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If death lure my dear breath with a kiss;
If she drags its beloved soul to its pit,
If it pummels my body along with it;
Then, I'd go quitting future for defeat.
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Amidst the depths of night - I arise;
For reality had given me a pat at back,
As she shouts loudly in utmost silence;
I'd dashed my minds to the rhythm of its beat.
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1.
If self does not limit itself;
What else would limit it more?
You are what you always do;
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All that shines, sure ain't gold;
Strength can always not suffice
Happiness does not live as spelt;
Riches can't always long life, birth.
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Like dried seeds, I was, and remained;
Have endured the brunts of ruthless hands
To survive the mildness of the arid earth;
I satiated with less, and drew moisture from depths.
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