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Jul 2013
There is a door of reward
Into sin or a heart
He is the same man that neither see's
Hear him or is he too blurred?

She has never slept with happiness in life
Anything of physical love
Or what she's seen in pictures misted over
She never draws her mind for fear it could imagine

Very well, her land
Why should he fall in flame of rage
Because she was the bay that invited the sea
He came to this land, he was her servant

Power is a terrible pleasure at their side
This is his defense, excess sleep
Conceived the thought, jealous for her love
Accept the food of slaves

Let his name be never banished
He does not know whether weeping for her fate
Take her life and it not have anyone
But his eternal nature, the blood will guilt

With open arms why can't he tell her
We were all, in the prime of life, a kingdom
The same sad story, faster than you could tell it
How events have hugged her harvest of tears

At last, he calmed himself able to agree with the news
I must forget to long and be says he
And so they all hurried to have her
In their brains bitter blood flowed
Shelby Hemstock
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Shelby Hemstock  Brooklyn, New York
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