As poets
Our words are light
With in the dark void of the world
As poets
Our words are music
Giving rythum and motion
Dance and form
To bleak and boringness
As poets
Our words are spice
Giving flavor to a dull life
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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