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

You a heart with so much room for love
And filled it hatred 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 don't God
But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous
Now the way we hold each so tight
Would look more like a noose if held up to the
Because we betray each other in every night
Now never speak of it again, all right?

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

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