The Blackest Despair

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    The Blackest Despair

    I stood before the darkest dawn and broke into a darker songthe bloody screams, the cries of death, gave me the will to leave the rest
    their raging sobs, their futile efforts, fueled the fire of my injector
    sleep followed life, death followed sleep, they lost all their noise but continued to weep.
    i took all this power, i called it my own, i watched as the world, continued to groan
    the end was near, the day closing fast.i wonderd how this planet continued to last
    so i left it alone, it had the will to survive. i watched as this world started to thrive.
    my slaughtering hunger, finally appeased, left me in a state of tranquility
    i left this world, my work now done, and set my sights on the setting sun

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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