A prose/poem. Take from it what you will.
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Time passes as flowers wilt,
But you ambition is strong as ever.
But at what cost?
Must the white road be drenched in
Your dead innocence to satisfy your lust for power?
The comfort of you childhood is spat on,
Is lost and forgotten by you.
You killed you family and yourself.
For what purpose? How many must die
Before you realise nothing will change?
You will rot in the ground with your ancestors
As everybody lives on as they did,
With the large looming shadow of death
Shrouding their pale forms.
Your passion,
Your ambition,
Your power,
Change
Nothing.
-D
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