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Crudely She Lies by ~Erszabet
Crude kindness is shown to us, And to us thy heart lies. To this lie we express, love, revolting. This, lie of ruthless bewilderment, we stay with arms of welcoming.
Cry, Doth our hearts and their human weakness! Hercules, though of peasant quality, not he be weak. Cast thy shackles and run for river Styx or fight thy death to tyranny.
We must be footed, For there would be no other way, Unless, perhaps, the seraphs, though angered by my heavy behaviour, Would pronounce me to that of the river.
Plead, I do, Ay, I know thy noblemen is drunken by promise of happiness’s, In the land lies, but, as you know, we must fight, I do plead for cooperation and help. She, speak as though the earth itself is women, has encased all men in her lie. Plead, I do.
‘Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer’. I hear this repeated horror within my skull, and The river Styx still calls, Why. ‘tis it not palpable, earth killed us, For she lies.
Crude kindness is shown to us, And to us thy heart lies. To this lie we express, love, revolting. We resemble all she tells.
erszabet_wolfe · Mon Dec 13, 2010 @ 03:31am · 0 Comments |
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