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| This is another poem...meah |
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Here I sit,
Upon this stoop,
Gazing to my fallen troop,
I look at them,
And I feel,
A wound that I dare not heal,
I fall to knees,
And feel such hate,
stuck upon this livid state,
Hatred for Elves,
Disgust for Men,
Over and over again,
I think of how,
I dare not trust,
And again I feel such lust,
I grasp my sword,
In my hand,
And stab it to the dry land,
And there I sit,
And there I pray,
Let my guilt please go away.
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