Here ye come oh glorious day!
Here come thee and make thy speech
To whisk thy Majesty on thy glorious wings!
Speak not thy awful words of zest and
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Its status ajar, two less than four,
Yet the more who enter the less I see.
As one new arrives, the fleeting yellow light
Pierces my soul, and after one becomes stagnant
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The ebony coffin of hatred counts down my life as time.
It is the cubists delight lighting my downfall,
For with its negation do I find myself
A new and lonely soul in this world of ten.
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The principle of perfection
Is in the slightest touch or movement,
That astounds the soul and arouses the mind,
To make you feel what you could never believe.
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In the midst of battle on the darkest day,
I weep for innocence, I pity the brave.
I scorn the hopeful, I enrich the sick,
I pity the brave, I envy the quick.
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The first battle was a battle well fought,
Full of pride, the second was not.
Blind with rage, I came in with the left,
Like a common broom with me he swept
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The test of temptation
And the dance before the game,
Silence from the ignorant,
Pittance for the lame.
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Ever seeking but never reaching
The dreams of the innocent man.
Far too long has Time allowed
The blessings of those who stand
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Cool is the breeze that strikes desert air
When the sunlight fails to enrich it,
Hearty is the fool with tidings to bear
When the moonlight shines in the distance.
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Transfixed upon a serpent
The Hand writhes motionless.
An infinite point on a finite surface,
An eager yet stubborn soul
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