Suffer Thee Not
We o'foolsheed not the words-
share not the deeds
that winter bore.
Pull away
from those who guide
thee away from this broken shore.
Blind and disillusioned,
how cannot you see-
you created this division
betweixt you and me;
he is here now-
death will decided
and I will not die!
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