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Okay, so we were doing oral presentations today in English and there was some shit that was discussed after somebody's presentation. Now, I have to do mine on a Macbeth. God Damn Shakespeare is stuck in my head along with that damn discussion which was bothering me so I had to write this down. I'm not a poet, I suck at poetry, 9/10 I rarely understand it so my shit will be pretty easy to understand or is horribly formatted. But be honest, since I'm an attention *****, I like to post shit and get replies good or bad so here it is.
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What self inflicted poison dost thou sip willingly which torments thee?
The disembodiment of souls,
Where one victimizes thy self as well,
The theft in which thou gains not
What fathom thee of thy talk?
What fathom thee?
White painted black with crimson red
Satan calling thy name after sucking on the teat of sin
Spurned away from sanity
What fathom thee of these horrors?
What fathom thee?
The light of day leaving forever to the darkness of eternal night
The wine of slumber absent, one becoming sober yet still thou art intoxicated
Thou bathe in ignorance blind to what thy speak of
Blind am I?
Seen the stray from sanity
Heard of the destruction of those after such acts
Blind I am not
Blind thou are as thou hast never sipped the elixir
blind thou are as thy soul hast never left
hast not known the victimization
nor the lack of gain from such theft
Thou hast never painted on the canvas
are not in the dark
Still pressing thy lips to the glass of fermented grapes.
Thou dost not fathom of what thou speak
Dost thou fathom?!
No, but what sweet bliss the nectar of ignorance can.
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What self inflicted poison dost thou sip willingly which torments thee?
The disembodiment of souls,
Where one victimizes thy self as well,
The theft in which thou gains not
What fathom thee of thy talk?
What fathom thee?
White painted black with crimson red
Satan calling thy name after sucking on the teat of sin
Spurned away from sanity
What fathom thee of these horrors?
What fathom thee?
The light of day leaving forever to the darkness of eternal night
The wine of slumber absent, one becoming sober yet still thou art intoxicated
Thou bathe in ignorance blind to what thy speak of
Blind am I?
Seen the stray from sanity
Heard of the destruction of those after such acts
Blind I am not
Blind thou are as thou hast never sipped the elixir
blind thou are as thy soul hast never left
hast not known the victimization
nor the lack of gain from such theft
Thou hast never painted on the canvas
are not in the dark
Still pressing thy lips to the glass of fermented grapes.
Thou dost not fathom of what thou speak
Dost thou fathom?!
No, but what sweet bliss the nectar of ignorance can.
Of course, that's all too "Emperor's New Clothes" for me, which is why I'm not a huge poetry fan. xd