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"Death be not proud" said he Nor mighty, nor dreadful for without sorrow, no question of me No reason follows the will to be A decent down the tumultuous funnel Falling skies, and desperate cries Its only temporary, when it crumbles Blinding lights, in the darkest tunnel Amongst the crowd, so alone Impervious to the powers of peace Sit upon the liars throne Refuse to smell the flowers you've grown Fall into your pit of defeat You muddied the ground You ended your street Drift into your self deceit Stare at the mirror of lies Shatter the glass that speaks so loud No success in all your tries Yet, you still refuse to swat at the flies? N

Mirror of doubt Spreading sorrow throughout Rearrange my synapse On to the floor I collapse Words are meaningless so them seem Not even safe within a dream Emotional complex wrecks me Among all I know and all I see Mask away from the fraudulent truths This sinister feeling from my youth Words among me express "relax" Unable to follow this syntax Silent cries and invisible tears A downcast of judgment shadowing me for years I'll make you laugh, Make you smile Inside I die all the while Rotting flesh and translucent bones Loosely hearing your malicious tones Build walls around this hollow ground Fear the words, for inside they pound The mi