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Modern Faust Prose Part 1
Contributed by
Machlath
on
Monday, 10th November 2008 @ 09:30:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The one who his purpose can not see Will wander and wonder if he has to be Although all he does he thinks he must But we do know he knows no trust No love, no care, no hate, no fear He lives in pain and anger feels Can us he vanquish, if we might Then turn he turns to an all might While we stumble, while we tremble He turns to a monster, terrible Likewise, we need not to lose control And let him, make him to hell roll When giving him the way to roll We need to shut the little holes So he might not roll back and forth And so, make damage to the world in whole So what he is and what he thinks We do not know, indeed But though we kill and though we hurt He grows worse, he IS the lord. So ashes to ashes, and dust to dust We DO return, but he does not.
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Machlath
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2008-11-10 21:30:45] (Date/Time posted on
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