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Dan Lundahl


I was once referred to as the pure,
A slight taste, of the worlds cure,
Always held knowledge of my abouts,
They came to me, if full of doubts.

I was once referred to as the strong,
Never in question, had I been wrong,
Always in the right moment, at the right place,
Enforcing justice with such gallant ace.

I was once referred to as the sweet,
A woman of course, I knew how to treat,
It is not about looks, not about stare,
Consumed only with lust, knowing she's there.

I am no longer referred to as the pure,
It was taken away, by feelings unsure,
My will has been torn, and thrown away,
Now I wander, in endless stray,

I am no longer referred to as the strong,
I had will, I had hope, but not for long,
My muscles have ached and they have skinned,
For I have suffered what they have sinned.

I was once referred to as the sweet,
I was no longer proper for such a seat,
The love of mine, my last and only escape,
They would tie, they'd pain and rape.

I seek not revenge, and I seek not truth,
I seek not vengeance, and I seek not soothe,

All I had was taken away, lead astray,

My love, my life, my hope and my will,
My pride, my glory, my honor and skill,

People lead by envy, is a pain and decay,
All envy has ever taught, is how to flay.

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013
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