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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Outshine
Throw the first stone, cast the first guilt Show me how you outshine, stab to the hilt Those that came before you, those that are to come Show me what you want, tell me where you�re from. What makes you so different? So ill at ease With yourself, with others, with the thought That you might possibly not be the best Show me again, praise your joys, so better than mine Show me again, how you outshine. So sad and pathetic, notice I do not care Lend an ear to your tortured plight Though it is no one�s fault but your own Open fire on my ways, attack my defenses Display the ways you think you outshine. Place your dagger at your own bleeding heart You derive from others, the pleasure you seek Unravel your army, welcome the pain Steel to flesh, blade to bone, your friendship was ill-gained. Do you find yourself worthy? Do you think you are approved to be part of mine? Tell me once again my friend Just how well you have outshined. raw || truth |