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Why do you do the things you've
And how dumb would you to be
To do them again I know you're going to?
If you're the poet you say you are and in everything you see
Then how can love exist in a world run by people like
when there's suffering, you're there
From southern trees, you hang in the air
The world screams out in agony and you care
But should the hit the fan
I just pray you will not be
you

You took a with so much room for love
And filled it with and rage
Until was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die
People will tell you that if you love your neighbor
Then you don't God
But no god of mine would put light in such eyes
Now the way we each other so tight
Would more like a noose if held up to the light
Because we betray each in dreams every night
Now never speak of it again, all right?

Even now I the day, and yet, I think,
Few within the compass of my curse,
I did not some notorious ill:
As kill a man, or else his death;
Ravish a maid, or the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent, and myself;
Set deadly enmity two friends;
Make poor men's break their necks;
Set fire on and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench with their tears,
Oft have I digged up dead men their graves,
And set them upright at their friends' doors,
Even when their almost were forgot;
And on skins, as on the bark of trees,
with my knife carved in Roman letters,
Let not your die, though I am dead.
Tut! I have done a thousand things
As willingly as one kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me indeed
But that I do ten thousand more.

(Act V, Scene i, lines 129-148 of Shakespear's Andronicus)