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If I truly loved this poem I would stay up all night weeping over it I would dig it a good grave build it a tomb I wouldn't give it to fire or set a pitiful cairn over it I would send it off with all the honors it deserves not nothing, which is what I planed for maybe dreams will be better than this poem (that's probably true I wouldn't want to waste more time than necessary) what it needs is violence or knights or faery but plenty of blood sacrifice egoless epic story of gods and men not another one about me or my father or mother or wife or death (well maybe that) or the doom of the world here is what I want from you, poem something to make me respect you I want a dozen good men to take over the the country with wit and sword, blood and smoke guitar and song, gun and blade new heros for a new age and new poems to pronounce them maybe that's to much to ask it probably is I guess i'll just go to bed and dream
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
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If I truly loved this poem I would stay up all night weeping over it I would dig it a good grave build it a tomb I wouldn't give it to fire or set a pitiful cairn over it I would send it off with all the honors it deserves not nothing, which is what I planed for maybe dreams will be better than this poem (that's probably true I wouldn't want to waste more time than necessary) what it needs is violence or knights or faery but plenty of blood sacrifice egoless epic story of gods and men not another one about me or my father or mother or wife or death (well maybe that) or the doom of the world here is what I want from you, poem something to make me respect you I want a dozen good men to take over the the country with wit and sword, blood and smoke guitar and song, gun and blade new heros for a new age and new poems to pronounce them maybe that's to much to ask it probably is I guess i'll just go to bed and dream
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
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