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Little Birdy Come forth and sing, Your song Little birdy, little birdy.   Your sweet melody Tears the world asunder, Like the thunder, Like the thunder.   Come forth and sing, Little birdy, little birdy. Your once sweet melody Has turned sour In this hour, In this final hour.   Come forth and sing, Just to me, Just to me.   Little Birdy, sing Just for me!!   Fragment Take a deep breath, The air is putrid, Seek not the culprit. The stench lies within.   Grave Five days of agony Inside this hole. The maggots devour, Reaching for the...

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Dead Ones   Life is but a passing shadow. A new age, a new world, a new dream. Time and time again, I seek solace in my solitude. But alas, the world finds me.   Perhaps, I should become A renunciate, a nun, A priest or a beggar.  Yet, even in that form Life finds me.   I detest life, Because I am dead. To be dead While living Is a torment I desire upon everyone.   Only when all become Like the dead ones. Can my life be done.   Fragment I cannot stand Living like this anymore!! Day...

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Fragment The sky is so blue, And I can hear The waves roar.   Beyond the gentle breeze, I can smell The coming storm.   How could this day Turn so dark and gray? It seems only yesterday That my laugh was loud and gay.   With a Capital F My advice always Seems to fall on deaf ears. Oh! Why do I even bother! Nay, they rather I say, yay, yay, To their foolishness. But I am no fool… Fools are they, With a Capital F!!! Fragments 1 How foolish … Getting frustrated And angry At something so trivial....

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Greatest Foe  Night Cannot forgive The sins of yesterday, One cannot live No more ,this way.    Such pain and sorrow Cannot be stripped, Your heart lies In justice’s grip!   The Pain of Yesterday Cannot be forgotten today, Your cold eyes hides the pain Of that ill fated day.   I cannot heal your gloom. You are now doomed, You are your greatest foe.   This City is a Prison Tomorrow we rise Again to drink The pavements’ dust.   Our lungs, They are tar. Each breath Is hard, To take in.   My soul lies in chains! These...

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Death Your cold embrace Beckons me to disgrace. Feel the warm blood flow, Beneath your lunar glow. The sight is tainted. The end is fated.   Last Tear The last tear I shed  Was the most bitter.   This terrible regret Will not let me forget. My bleeding chest. My bleeding chest.   If I could discard one memory It would be the day I tasted your warm breath. So full of life, So full of death.   Greedy Emeralds Pearls and emeralds, Ocean blue Sapphires.   They cannot quench My brewing ire, ire.   My once dead desires, Now...

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