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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The pieces of peace were handpicked Picked in the heart of the night Shredded for an aspiration To clutch the lone torch contained by the dark A glimpse for some unusual rank Then comes the arrival of time With the angst that grow by day Comes the fast ticking of time Hastening all; unnerved in the bay At this moment Love was censure by lust In the euphoria of the game Featured by despair and shame The eventful spar between the dogs and the baboons And then comes the contest of blood The Spartans, the spectators all flood Melancholy yet to befall Then it begins Passing through the span of day Scotching rage of the sun Little rain, little dry, little sounds of gun But the dogs and the baboons Tailback in fear; scowl And little by little Comes casting and counting And after a little while Anger was unshackled Accompanied by lament Yet, not enough raison d'être to toss away the tot and the bathing water Then comes the voice of command We were deprived! It is our time! Kill them anywhere you find them! Rigging, rigging, rigging! Peace was shattered Broken into pieces Like a bowl that fail out of safe And pandemonium overtook all After a little calm Scores of guiltless essences met their Waterloo Mostly in the cities they ad-hoc Like those trapped for a catch And their figures continue counting Some unassumingly lost to the swampy woods Searched by trained dogs and their masters Into the depth of the swampy woods Bled; death; covered in mud.
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