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O -sad poem---O'--
O' how i see the love,
the red heart without blood,
never in my hands,
spread elsewhere in this land.
O' i wish i had the luck,
so my life wouldn't suck,
when life becomes so clear,
i have to disappear.
O' i am not here,
my life, never been so dear,
all that being said,
i'm better off dead.
O' my need so dire,
yet i can't acquire,
and i cannot keep,
what makes their heart beat.
The lost lines -Poem-This is a poem inspired for the Shakespeare play Hamlet, the title had brackets so the Deviation name is shorter.
--The Lost lines (of the Prince of Denmark)--
Why is't that i, mad Prince of Denmark
shalt wander without eyes upon his steps
invisible to these King-Damn'd walls.
Damnéd King mine uncle, Damn'd smiling Villain
I plot and i ploy to see thy true guilt
what must i do to prove that therof you;
Villain, Vengeance, Murtherer you dids't this
that you incestuously kill'd the King
my father, Zeus to Olympus, my hero.
But what Vengeance or guilt you show me?
as i follow the word of a spirit
an apparition of heaven or hell
this Maddened state for sin or for virtue
O God! O Vengeance! O Father Villain!
What mind tricks my melancholy to this?
What Daemon shall make me a murtherer?
What truth calls this spirit at unrestness?
as i have no muscle nor plan to kill
how can i, dear father, how can i?
Patience 'till the play comes, patience for now.
if his guilt be true i will continue
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