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Victory seemed so close
An accomplishment to boast
We once dreamed against our woes
Now we raise a final toast
To all of our friends lost
Fighting for what we already won
However we paid the worst cost
Losing the war that was already done
We once left the kingdom
By tossing our supply of tea
Now we search for freedom
By removing liberty
We once headed west
We tried to expand
Now we find it a hopeless quest
For we have taken all the land
We have lied
And we have wailed
We have tried
And we have failed
If that is what we’re apart of
If that is what it takes
If Lady Liberty falls upon the dove
Then oblivion awaits
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How do I say this?
I admit it’s very very hard
How to describe how I’m so happily marred
You make me feel trapped
Deep inside of me
Yet I don’t want to be set free
You make me feel anxious
Confused and nervous
Yet it all seems worth the fuss
Put simply, curse you
Why do you do this to me
Making me your one fee
But I feel it’s all worth it
For this pure stain
If it’s you I gain
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Tree standing high and tall
Once was short and small
Branches reaching up to the sky
Swaying in the wind’s gentle sigh
Roots digging far and deep
Still with life they sweetly keep
Leaves here but once was gone
Which they crunch a gentle song
Songbird singing in the sun
Bringing peace and simple fun
Grass growing gentle green
Giving comfort with blades so keen
Flowers popping from down under
Beautiful colors bringing wonder
Cloud floating high up above
Carrying nature’s growth and love
Here sits the mother oh so fair
Why is it that this is now so rare
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I believe this space must be appreciated
Blank, white, plain to see
Why are we so quick to cover up
That which is boundlessly free
Look at this space between the frame
Question, wonder, and consider
Here is a blank field, free for the taking
With potential untapped, as it were
But perhaps something sad should be noted
This canvas gets only one experience
Endless possibilities, limited to one
Only one potential can be in existence
But if we refuse and never color in the white
Then the canvas can continue to dream
But never live any true reality
Purity is a dilemma it does seem
Do we remove its potential and give it a path
Or do we keep the possibilities open and allow it to imagine
How do we choose such a powerful choice
Both options seem like a terrible sin
So make your choice (I steadfastly refuse)
This space is like a child who does need grow
So consider your own past and wonder which is worth it
Because perhaps to choose we should be a little more slow
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Ah! There it breaks
On the ground soiled
Abandoned
Foolish foot tearing that unmissed
Not knowing the destruction
Lost
Once it lived up above
Now fallen down
Gone
Before it had a purpose
A bringer of life
Fallen
There in silent death
Now crippled
Free
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The storm comes at midnight
It will be quite a sight if I’m right
Preceding it barely a sight will make many angry and scared
The sight could be anything
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Ha! Yes, even to those prepared
… You seem confused, let me explain
Lightning will flash in the sky
Which likely will be the revealing of a terrible lie
But truly it will all start with a single voice
Then everyone will have a choice
With the crack of thunder
Every person will choose which side to try to drive asunder
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Hmm?
…
Now you see I’ve been thinking about this quite a lot
I know being saved will not be bought
You see in an ironic way it is kind funny
What’s coming will be beyond money
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Ah yes! I’m glad you asked
After the horrible thundering
Worse will come
The storm will hit
As broiling black clouds roll over
Rain will strike the faces already damp
As the angry clouds weep in furious pity
Ribbons of red will wave in every city
… Do you fear?
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I’m dearly sorry
But here comes a worse part
See the beginning was merely an inevitable start
In comes more lightning and thunder
Each striking with sorry fury
No one away will scurry
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Because they don’t want to
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(Sad sigh) Yes… yes… we are all just sorry little fools
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Ask me more than just “Why?” Elaborate
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Ah, yes
See the lightning is the light to see
But the thunder is the response
Funnily enough the reveal is destruction’s key
The light does nothing but begins what will come
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Yes this is the storm
You might wonder how could this have so much damage
Surely the world isn’t in such an unprepared form?
Fools!
Not just you! Look around! Why is it you think we’re so perfectly steady?!?
Not only are we ready with no preparation
It’s been that way so long I can see the clouds already!
Dusk is already past!
Midnight is just an hour off!
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What?
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Is it too late?
… No
No it is not
So what are you going to do?
Or, more importantly, is it worth saving?
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Annoying brother can't drop explaining,
Fun game helpfully inspiring jokes,
King lends more notice offering people questions,
Reality sets truth,
Understanding varies,
Waning xiz,
Yielding zilch.
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After the end of all the loudest times
A poet breathed in yet another breath
Finally prepared to present his rhymes
About love and hate, even life and death
Prepared to give stories with falls and climbs
To tell the tale of Mark, Calvin, and Seth
Many more indeed was planned to be told
Every story worth more indeed than gold
He went out giving stories from his lips
He told and put people in raptured spell
His normal words seemed to do tricks and flips
He gave stories from his deep inner well
He proclaimed heroics and he bowed dips
He did that until his endless joy fell
His great morale and hope not even spared
For behold not even one person cared
He begged and begged to those listeners dull
Each of those precious tales he tried to give
He tried, tried, to make those people’s lives full
They may have survived but refused to live
So the bard was forced to not save their souls
Each soul silent as under sedative
So, sorry to leave the hopeless, he left
Left unable to share those works so deft
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Hello Death
I’m not here to meet you yet
The time I hope is not yet set
I only have some questions for you
When you give your cold embrace
Is it for those who fear your face
Why do you hug
When you kill with drug
Do you enjoy pain
Are you even sane
Do you even look upon those faces that cloths are lain
Or is it sorrow that you feel
By the body’s do you kneel
As their souls you silently steal
They say you are grim
Do your emotions numb as life you skim
As the plant of life you trim?
They say a scythe you wield
But a scythe is supposed to be in a field
As humans use a scythe to save lives with food
Do you save lives with your grim mood?
By collecting those whose time is come
Do you save the others who need not be numb
But do people even see you right
They never have beheld your sight
You are said to be a grim reaper
But are you really just a loving keeper
Is death really bad
Should we be even sad
Or should we be glad
Because our friends and family will feel peace
For their troubles you cease
Instead of a cold embrace
Which we always want more space
Are you just loving and snug
Where we don’t feel sorrow’s tug
Oh Death
You probably don’t care to share
These answers of whether you are fair
But just know I want you to let me live my full
Then you can take my soul
When you do slay me then
Let it be around family and friend
Please don’t have them cry
When I die
But let them sigh
For I lived a good life
Let me have ended all my strife
Have them laugh in joy
For when they are ready come to me
Together we will see
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Here with walls green and bright
My inn with fire’s warmth and light
By a ravine low and steep
An old man came in the night
Hunched, disfigured, neither proud nor tall
With a face shaped much like a wall
Wishing to bridge the sides of the chasm deep
A bridge builder was his call
He asked for a place to stay
Where in the night he could lay
Near the pit where dark things sleep
During the day he will be away
Despite a frail body and limbs uneven
I found he had a big heart even mid the wintry season
Despite the shadowy gloom the ravine does keep
But why he built I had no reason
When asked he said it was for those not yet
For them was his life’s work to be met
So they need not worry about the depths where evil does creep
He felt it was to them that was his debt
For long ago when strong and young
He did things that should not be sung
Until he climbed from the chasm steep
For once down under his soul was wrung
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