Hell 'Farya

...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,
A life barely known, now sealed by death's gate.
From darkness to light
We'll trace his might,
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...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,

At an all white funeral, an old bass player, his fate,
Thrived on words spoken by soothsayers, great.
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...nd so, In this limerick, we mourn a bass player's fate,

At his last call, an old bass player's wake,
Whose love life had a woeful ache.
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1.
Buried deep in own thoughts.
Hath there other worlds away from mine,
Dost they know that which I was taught,
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This two lines tells how much the past of a now dejected old man is influencing his present

I've been gazed on by the seven sky
Where beneath the heavens shall my shame hide.
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Two lover,
With passions of eternal torment,
Longings of solitude in moment.
One to another,
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On a branch he perched,
A quiet observer,
Soon he dozed off,
Into the unknown he ventured.
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A town of cursèd individuals,
Nestled 'midst towering mountains.
In this valley stood a sorcerer,
Bearing a bear-like visage.
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Take peace
My soul
How love hath made you weary
Take peace
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I hunged my shawl that morning.
My daily stroll as usual,
Old bones cackled like they were old,
They weren't.
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..and to think, the anticipation of life and awareness of existence holds within itself the certainty of an eventual cessation
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They tread amidst the throng, the Other one,
Whose beckoned biddings bend the knee of all.
Yet to their face, what once they were is cast -
No longer that, but something new instead,
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A man asked, 'Where sprout truth? '
None did answer but a girl.

She said:
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...Dear John, Joe
You were the fire in action
You watched yourself burn
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Days are far gone
When kids long for the fathers warmth
Mothers; their child's love
They've been far gone
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K'olori dà ti ẹ sọ;
Hasn't it always been like this,
The rod used on the forebears,
Lies potent for the successor,
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In shadows deep, the weepers find their plight,
Their tears, a symphony of sorrow's song.
'The weepers shall be whipped, ' they fear, despite.
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In a town of accursed souls,
Nestled in lush, rolling hills,
Emerged a pale, ursine man -
A buried curse, long forgotten.
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Up the front you ran,
The best sight you got,
Fire in all holes,
Sixth regiment that month,
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I am but a melancholic one,
Oft sleeping in my tears.
The luxury of it -
Early before all,
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