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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Arbitrarily Betrothed Aloft and betrothed, I flutter through some olden transgression. Lo! The attunement to the wise! Sickular gold shan’t be care’d for ailment any longer! O’! How the gold glitters neath ‘eir brow. Silver Green ornaments lining ‘eir ‘air! For, I tell all ye bastardly craven - ‘twould be better to take ‘eir life than ‘eir ring! The wisdom of it all, through the telescope I so greatly praise. The Sun! Oh, The Sun! How yer rays profit I! How your light brings love to coin I give to my beloved! Warmth: The reminder of what it is I seek! The empire seeks now my sword and wit. My strength and coin. My temptation and desire to fell yer horrid enemies! For, if twere not an I in the room; eyes would merely wander with no sight for truth in cost of steel. ‘Tis a most noble thing: love. Seldom there be no sight nor sound to make acquaintance with I. Only tangible, is what exists! Alas! I see now my betrothed! Oh, my lofty and loving betrothed with ‘eir dress of silken beauty! With rings of golden grace! Pearls of divine light! Face of countenance, most definitely, I am sure of it! But~Alas! The sword I bought now pierces my heart through ‘eir hand of most renowned… flesh. Ah! But ‘eir shoes of gem!-How deeply I shall grieve up in heaven! Alone, I face, in death. All my wit Gone-Gone-Gone! Taken by my dearly betrotheds unfettered love for I… The infinite holding of prison that is my love… Shall ye mortals only repay through my fountain. My name: —, shall live on for centuries and centuries… An odd summers’ day shall bring a revolution towards how they approach my true love. Pah! All shall one day be in grip of bombs which grow brighter than the sun! Desire which enlightens their profanity! But hurrah! Greater than all: obfuscation of the sickly “truth” dispersed by poets. How sick they are in metaphysical fantasy! So devoid of my gracious aptitude for opulence.
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