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Once, my inspiration was a daily event.
Early, like clockwork, she would greet me
And presently we would proceed on our way.
But she has left me. V..
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Sitting amongst Death's army
I reflected upon this wasted, ephemeral life,
And, lifting a pistol to my temple,
I was soon drafted into his ranks.
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The rope swung slowly in the setting sun
As the condemned man shambled up the stairs
Hands stained with blood like rust, he faced forward,
While th..
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As I lie down, questions come to mind
Turning in circles, chasing answers I can't find
Friend against friend, back against the wall
Death before ch..
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The Favored is a champion, arms raised in victory
Women pour out their adoration to fill his vessel
A chalice to his lips, Athena clinging to his ar..
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