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

You took a with so much room for love
And it with hatred and rage
there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die
People will tell you if you don't love your neighbor
Then you love God
But no god of mine put light in such unrighteous eyes
Now the way we hold other so tight
look more like a noose if held up to the light
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 the compass of my curse,
Wherein I did not some ill:
As kill a man, or else devise his
a maid, or plot the way to do it;
Accuse innocent, and forswear myself;
Set deadly enmity two friends;
poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with tears,
Oft have I up dead men from their graves,
And set them at their dear 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 dreadful things
As willingly as one would a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily
But that I cannot do ten more.

(Act V, Scene i, lines 129-148 of Titus Andronicus)