Epic Scene
I write to feel thy heart
I rhyme to tune thy ear
I express to impress
Will you plea at my knee
Until time sees me dead
Death will run her bony fingers down my soul
She speaks in tounges to try and fool
I stand in line to live
I will stand in the last day
When the dead will rise
To all it will be a surprise
Let the table of wisdom be set
For tonight I shall dine
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