Embrace the fool this early,
Make you rage.
Seal your fate
That it will be bright and shining
Your legacy laid wide
That is, to either rest in heaven or die.
To rob you from your static path,
Receive all the attention
Make it bend as much
As it is crooked and twisted
Beware the path of oblivion
Let the oil, rock and water collide
Make you desperate inside.
Don't ever scratch the itch until
The reaper comes to claim your life.
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
