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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It is time for a new tale About a man who life doth fail He toils day and night, night and day With the stomach a rumbling and no bed to lay Before dawn he gets to work To toil, and toil around the clock Sweat like blood fall off his skin But failure frame doth life to him deign Until one night he sits alone In pitch black dark, with no light he own When two shadowy men dare to visit him The man whom life hath failure deem The man on white sat on his right A striking light whose room didst bright The other moved swift to his left An aura so thick with moves so deft Merging with the pitch black as he clings to the night The man glanced hence with weary eyes At the two fiery men in different guise Of which he spake with a tired crack "To whom do you seek in this dumply shack?" The first spoke now, booming voice clear and true " I am Light. I have come for you. I am here to show you a brief reprieve For I have seen you bleed to stay alive. I have seen you kneel to ask for bread Choosing a life of pain to another where you are dead." "So I come to you, in this pitch black night To this dumply shack in my fiery light To ask that you think of the resolve you held for long Instead of the act, where of men gone you would belong" The other laughed, in whispers soft and low Clad in pitch black and a gloomy glow And thus he deemed it right to speak With sharpened tone and words so bleak; " I am the dark, the man whose hands doth bend The wills of men, none didst contend. I am the hunger in their empty gut I am the aching in your weary joint" " I am here to bring you to the brink To deem it well to have a think Of which path will you now take The path of pain or the one I make?" The battered man sat still like stone Smoldered by the forces of the men all alone To make the choice in that pitch black night To walk through the dark or the part of light And slowly, he stands and he closes his eyes His mouth full of pills, then he swallows and cries For he had made a choice that is devoid of pain The bliss of closing his eyes, that was his only gain.
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