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Cause and Effect Death of Socrates - Fall of Athens
The Death Of Socrates What reasoning has brought you to this place where death destroys your gift of sanctity? Before the fall of night, and in disgrace yes, all those hating you, shall make it be; they'll label you confused right to your end corrupter of all teachers of the truth convincing all the world, you have no friend, and die for untold sins against our youth. Your good and bad has brought you to despair; all indecisiveness in what you think, the crown upon your head, where once was hair outshines the goblet from which you now drink. How can you bear the hemlock in such style, almost as if the world can see you smile? THE FALL OF ATHENS Let all the wrath, unmercifully divine, we have to muster, lead us in our quest, and bring Athenian rule to be in line, as sure the gods provide they fail the test, all in our time, for Lacedaemon rules, have we not made of man the equal to the sight of death, upon the plights of fools resisting all the means that we can do? Their setting sun has risen in the east, before the dark, those left will have to burn, their knowledge is their fat, and only feast, for all they know, they've yet to ever learn! Now let the blood to flow down from the hill, as if the flood has come and made the kill. © ron wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet
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