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“In the tumult of civil discord, the laws of society lose their force, and their place is seldom supplied by those of humanity. The ardor of contention, the pride of victory, the despair of success, the memory of past injuries and the fear of future dangers all contribute to inflame the mind and to silence the voice of pity. From such motives almost every page of history has been stained with civil blood.” Edward Gibbon wrote this in his 1776 classic, “The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.”
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Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 9:01 AM UTC
In the tumult of civil discord, the voice of pity is silenced
I know one day I will meet my doom But at least I will have my eternal room No dust will be there so I need no broom I don't know if my doom will leave a boom! I wish so must you not to weap I want not to see you tears wipe While putting me down so deep As I lie there having eternal sleep. I know that day will arrive On that day please don't grieve . Since death is a traveller in murk, My eyes will only be seeing the dark. I can't plead with death to delay But I wish I knew my expiry day, I would hold you till I pass out Since you hold sway over my heart. He knows why he destined me to have you And also the reason to make me leave you. I believe we shall meet again some day And my soul will keep you till that day. It's really obvious I will miss you alot, Let me hope you will miss me too You know I love you too alot, I guess you like-wise love me too. Hope our bond will know no doom. Since on my heart you own a room As my lovely mum got me via birth, So must I face this wicked death.
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
When I meet my Death.
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
Keith Edward Baucum
A is for Arne whose throat was impaled B is for Barnaby, killed with a spell C is for Caroline who was stuck in a mine D is for Daffy, sliced into lines E is for Enid who was locked in an armoire F is for Flynn, eaten by a gargantuar G is for Gallus who was thrown in the winter H is for Hilde, died of an infected splinter I is for Ingrid who ate a sack of bearings J is for Jona whose attitude was daring K is for Kleinn who stepped on a shard L is for Lars whose intestines were barred M is for Max who flew alone to the moon N is for Nelkir whose execution was coming soon O is for Oliver whose body was twisted to death P is for Plinny, burned by a fire breath Q is for Qiara who died of a nightmare R is for Ralph, committed suicide in despair S is for Stefan who was lost in a maze T is for Torlief whose blood was traced U is for Ulfric who was burned at the stake V is for Vera, swallowed by a snake W is for Walter who ate himself X is for Xenya, cursed by an elf Y is for Ysagmor who was buried alive Z is for Zach who failed to survive
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
The Ghastlynumb Teens (Edward Gorey Remake)
Edward Snowden for President
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
Citizenfour
They failed to filch her fine and noble mien when Anne Boleyn endured the ****** stand. Poor Queen! So swift the sword on Tower Green. Fifteen thirty three could not foresee this heinous act by Cromwell’s sinful hand, yet still they failed to filch her noble mien. ‘Twas Edward sought to sully his regime, obsessed with sons not gracing merry England. Poor Queen! So swift the sword on Tower Green. How stealthily does fortune warp the scene. Betrothed in majesty; so bluntly ****** And yet, they failed to filch her noble mien The ‘hangman from Calais‘ equipped the scheme. In haste he struck the deadly blow. Poor Anne! Poor Queen! So swift the sword on Tower Green. In face of death prevailed a humble queen. ‘God praise the King; long may he rule the land’. They failed to filch her fine and noble mien Poor Queen! So swift the sword on Tower Green.
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
A Villanelle for Anne
Their is a woman sitting by a tree watching one buzzy bee; She starred until it flew from flower to flower (hhm. how long the wings flap per-hour?), Pretty bee dont sting me
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
*Limerick*
"There's no such thing as a painless lesson-they just don't exist. Sacrifices are necessary. You can't gain anything without losing something first. Although if you can endure that pain and walk away from it, you'll find that you now have a heart strong enough to overcome any obstacle. Yeah... a heart made Fullmetal."
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
Painless Lesson
Whispers in the night, Filling your mind with trepidation and fright   Taunting you   Feeding you lies with its twisted sighs All these monsters you hide on the inside of your mind   Are waiting   In the dark corners of your phsyche To come and get you in your sleep   A twisted face With twisted words Pecking at your sanity Like Hitchcock and one of his birds   The worst? Its that you can't escape, Before you were even spawned You had sealed your fate   What did you do? I wonder Who's life did you plunder?   Who's daughter Did you slander To deserve this curse? I can't think of a torture That could possibly be worse
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
Edward Mordrake