There was a burning pain in me,
a poison in the soul, a mote;
a dust and singing vanity.
A long and bitter note.
Of pain and longing, I did know,
a strange and twisting agony.
A fire into which I must plunge,
a furnace for my sins to burn away.
To Nothing, perhaps, fade away.
A savior on this dying day,
salvation from such sweet decay.
The final chord, unleashed, unbound,
the soul once lost; must now be found.














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"Im sorry miss, but you're fired"
"Why?"
"For having unprotected sex with company oranges"
~written-from-within
RHYME!!!!!
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As I stand shoulder to shoulder with my battle brothers, I am forced to wonder; Who can I trust? I am being asked to fight men who I once called comrade. I ask myself; what manner of ruin will befall us next?
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"Im sorry miss, but you're fired"
"Why?"
"For having unprotected sex with company oranges"
~written-from-within
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We just need to know one thing. Have you ever appeared in any pornos?!
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There's so much left to learn, and no-one left to fight...
"There was a burning pain in me,
a poison in the soul, a mote;
a dust and singing vanity.
A long and bitter note."
This first stanza is an excellent opening to the poem - with superb diction and imagery it forced the reader to sit down and READ. Forcefull and powerfully composed. That last line had me drooling and desperate for more - and you didn't disappoint me...
"Of pain and longing, I did know,
a strange and twisting agony.
A fire into which I must plunge,
a furnace for my sins to burn away."
And as the tone changes the reader is still swept up in the "twisting agony" of the piece. The rhyming is still wonderful and not too forceful.
"To Nothing, perhaps, fade away.
A savior on this dying day,
salvation from such sweet decay.
The final chord, unleashed, unbound,
the soul once lost; must now be found."
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