A good poem is like a magic spell
Able to intrance you with its words
The rhythm
The rhyme
All to entice you and draw you in
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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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