It was cruel, your aim; so but an end
Swayed away all but your sizzling dream
Then I'ld have become king;
Your lust for fever of victory, must hale
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Lurk, in deep yet; I must not be uncontrolled
To see through lives, underneath feet,
Must arise as of before they've been dead;
To protect protocols of eternity
All they must gather, soulful,
Not in inhumanly dogmas, but
E'er to reunite spirits of all time -.....touching expression with nice theme. A beautiful poem nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.
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Lurk, in deep yet; I must not be uncontrolled To see through lives, underneath feet, Must arise as of before they've been dead; To protect protocols of eternity All they must gather, soulful, Not in inhumanly dogmas, but E'er to reunite spirits of all time -.....touching expression with nice theme. A beautiful poem nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.