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Published: 2009-09-22 15:41:40 +0000 UTC; Views: 179; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 3
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I would give anything to be mortal.Give me my reckoning, my pure justice.
I am not the hero, just the minstrel.
For each day seperate, but not equal,
A life without meaning, a life endless.
I would give anything to be mortal.
I take myself somewhere far more tranquil,
Away from this sewage, this awful mist.
I am not the hero, just the minstrel.
I lost my sight, I have no visual,
Just the scent and smell of sad coitus.
I would give anything to be mortal.
A god collapsing in downward spiral;
A home, empty, on morning of Christmas.
I am not the hero, just the minstrel.
I am the flower that shed its petals,
My scent, a kiss less sincere than Judas.
I would give anything to be mortal.
I am not the hero, just the minstrel.
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divby0 [2009-09-28 00:36:53 +0000 UTC]
that's alright. poetic form is not particularly easy, unless you get in the habit of planning out your poetry before you write it.
sounds good though.
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