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The Poetry Thread
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<blockquote data-quote="Blandscape" data-source="post: 722415" data-attributes="member: 1124"><p>When life is measured in a single fault,</p><p>Where lies are spread without assault,</p><p>When men are measured by the word,</p><p>And mistaken for an inglorious worth.</p><p></p><p>When hate can only interject,</p><p>Where hope dares offer mere circumspect,</p><p>When Risk arrives to claim its worth,</p><p>And discovers nothing but its own after-birth.</p><p></p><p>We have what our history simply narrated,</p><p>We learn to hate what we all once fated,</p><p>We need no measure to measure our worth,</p><p>In the smoldering cauldron of that mirth.</p><p></p><p>We laugh at what we now become,</p><p>As our empathy is drained in a bloodless cull,</p><p>Where expectation no longer resides,</p><p>In the decadent decay of our own grave strife.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Blandscape, post: 722415, member: 1124"] When life is measured in a single fault, Where lies are spread without assault, When men are measured by the word, And mistaken for an inglorious worth. When hate can only interject, Where hope dares offer mere circumspect, When Risk arrives to claim its worth, And discovers nothing but its own after-birth. We have what our history simply narrated, We learn to hate what we all once fated, We need no measure to measure our worth, In the smoldering cauldron of that mirth. We laugh at what we now become, As our empathy is drained in a bloodless cull, Where expectation no longer resides, In the decadent decay of our own grave strife. [/QUOTE]
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