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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: September 15, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ In the halter of destiny, we are all bound. A monody of souls dissemble and found With every lynch of trice vicious hand, We quest to the ossuary of the apex land. Yet in this hoedown of life and death, We descry trices to canonize our breath. In the equidistant cuddle, we share, We ascertain solace in the clad of despair. Through brittle nights and rallying days, We quest to unfetter from the maze. Omega awaits to clarify our fate. Ablaze of stinging anguish, we can't abate. Inanimate entities, ephemeral, and plain, As a ripple of anguish sways, weep in pain Aside from that, the cosmic harbinger sky Espies our destruction with a silent sigh. An epidemic of metempsychosis, We inherit the legacy of pestilence psychosis. On hiemal days and hibernal nights, We bear the stature of sorrow's bite. In every epoch of fugacity, We quest for repeal—a wink of clarity. Bequeath and madness, we strive to overcome Nocuous menace to switch what we've become. We often embellish it as life is so anxious. Our roots still hold the pinnacle to progress. Decisiveness, anguish, and an urge to revoke. Lead exposure us to a nonlethal stroke. The dance of life and death is an exquisite art. Delight and anguish entwine—never apart. At the pinnacle of this poetic tale, We ascertain that life's heirloom prevails. Though pestilence and grief endeavor to bind, We have the incite to bequeath them all behind. So let us dance, with hearts bridled high. Embracing the madness as we reach for the sky
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