Between your excessive use of vocabulary
and the frost that freezes my lips together...

"Now hang on man, that's half the share, that we...
So pay your dues and do it now or watch me walk...

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Of rainbows' gold, I've heard men tell...

Today I'm sheathed in hot regret and pain
As not an end will meet the way it should...

...I am amputated from reality,
and pain-drenched wailings swim...

Serenaded with notes that
Ingrain themselves, my ship...

No mourning site to rest my head,
Just ashes all around...

Upon a meadow's green and luscious grass,
And as the stream regaled me with her news...

There's little now but brittle bones
That once were furnace wrought...

If I could write a simple verse for you
By leaving out all things of no import...

by trying to mix
with everyone, you will...

My blade is not as keen as in the past
When mighty oaks would fall with just a swing...