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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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The Schizophrenic
Saved, I must be From within my hollow self My inner thoughts Are my unpaid tolls Of my heretical wealth Living in a madness Is as living in hell Within this dungeon The metaphoric bell Chimes grow louder and louder In each revolutionary spire Of that ticking, tocking clock I fight the minute And I fight the hour Afraid to let this lunacy flow As my tongue forked from flux Chaining up the demons Escaping Pandora's box The sun shines so bright for thee Your hope in rays But for I, the dreadful reminder it is… That I must live upon this Earth Just one more day! I cannot, will not any longer stride Or stroll among the streets A hermit within a darkness That muffles out the rings A man whose need is forgiveness Arms tis’ folded And upon my knees My heart bleeds And and begs to He Am I forsaken? Yet, doth I still live? Through these years Tis’ now alleyways Of shadow stench fears In a rubbish life A human soul of filth The question always rings Throughout and within my head Do I still... exist?
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