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Why do you do the things done
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 beauty's in you see
Then how can love exist in a world run by people you?
Because there's suffering, you're there
From 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 will not be
you

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

now I curse the day, and yet, I think,
Few come within the 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 between two friends;
Make men's cattle break their necks;
Set on barns 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 dear doors,
Even their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the of trees,
Have my knife carved in Roman letters,
Let not sorrow 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, 129-148 of Shakespear's Titus Andronicus)