Engulfing time, blunt thy lion's fangs,
And made nature drink it's own blood,
The sun hath not rise,
The women hath not emerge,
Even so the feathers had not fallen,
Even so the joints had not split.
Make terror and shock as you march,
But let the Phoenix burn you alive.
O' Brave Man,
Fear, carve not just the bruise of fire,
Nor the scar of immortality,
For nature's pattern of men,
Him, whom asked the non-existent,
No justice nor injustice,
Yet I chose thy worst,
Long live the odious crime.
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Poetry Catharsis
PoesiHere are my pieces of poetry and literature (thanks for giving me an A*, Cambridge <3)
