O night! Why do you bring such cruel thoughts to my mind, thoughts that are as dark, as empty as you? Do you do it to torment me?
To punish me for the 'crimes' I and others of my kin have committed?
Is your purpose is to wreak havoc on my wretched soul?
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Politics, a venomous brew,
Brimming with envy, fear, and spite,
Born of want and petty grudges,
Expanding relentlessly, day and night.
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In a world where virtue gleams so bright,
A clean soul's purity, a radiant light,
Yet some, with hearts consumed by vice,
Prefer immorality as their device.
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Within the poet's embrace, you shall dwell,
In their verses, your memory forever to swell,
A fragile vessel of earthly clay,
Yet, in their words, your presence won't fade away.
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