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hey check this out this is my poem and i just need some C&c to make it better or keep it this way here goes...
Fly to the underworld
my lord
To you my life was sold
my king
but my hear is scolded
by your death, it stings.
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Singing the ssong of horrors
it puts my peers in pain
captured them forever
all my efforts in vain
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Now i live a life of misery
with the song o'demise
flaws that show no wisery
Omens that prove to be wise.
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A king killed in battle,
Hath gotten not a funeral
Pinned on his own saddle
he was spared not a second, nor an hour
hath i not placed that flower
his restless spirit
would be back in the living to devour.
[ 11-17-2003, 09:10 PM: Message edited by: Spirits forever ]
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