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A screaming fetus
Locked inside this filthy cage,
I am dying and...
Longing for someone
To take me away.
No more pain,
None of this chivalrous nonsense.
The world is not beautiful;
Nor is it poetic.
But the universe is a poet,
Singing calmy to the stars...
For what is a night with no stars?
If there is no moon
The sun cannot rise;
Disgusting tides will never change.
With bitter agony
And wicked scorn,
I rise...
Only to be torn apart
Like you do to my heart
Every day;
Soon it will be too late.
Locked inside this filthy cage,
I am dying and...
Longing for someone
To take me away.
No more pain,
None of this chivalrous nonsense.
The world is not beautiful;
Nor is it poetic.
But the universe is a poet,
Singing calmy to the stars...
For what is a night with no stars?
If there is no moon
The sun cannot rise;
Disgusting tides will never change.
With bitter agony
And wicked scorn,
I rise...
Only to be torn apart
Like you do to my heart
Every day;
Soon it will be too late.
And I hate it. The end.
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Oh my lord, This is so mystique and serene, yet so full of disgust(in your thoughts of the world), but also with pure words of passion. Please never stop your poetic vent.