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

You took a heart with so room for love
And filled it with and rage
Until there was left but for it to shrivel up and die
People will tell you that if you don't your neighbor
Then you love God
But no god of mine would put light in such eyes
Now the way we hold other so tight
Would look more like a noose if held up to the
we betray each other in dreams every night
Now let's speak of it again, all right?

now I curse the day, and yet, I think,
Few come the compass of my curse,
Wherein I did not some notorious
As kill a man, or devise his death;
Ravish a maid, or the way to do it;
Accuse innocent, and forswear myself;
Set enmity between two friends;
Make poor men's cattle break necks;
Set fire on and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them their tears,
Oft have I digged up dead men from graves,
And set them upright at dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were
And on their skins, as on the of trees,
Have with my knife carved in letters,
Let not your sorrow die, I am dead.
Tut! I have done a thousand dreadful
As as one would kill a fly,
And nothing me heartily indeed
But I cannot do ten thousand more.

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