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Miscellaneous By: virgil hacken
Poetry



the limit of reaching , the reason of men , the nature of existense


Submitted:Apr 17, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


masters and slaves

begin a quest long begun

with rights and mights alike

and fought the endless nigh

ghost and men , atlast

their acts became their judas

taketh !

masters and slaves,

be dust .



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tens of fingers,blows a whistle

runs all them fools,tens of fingers.

shadows upon graves,of brave and might,

of comfort,of restless beds.

and sleep in all your endless lies.

and death humbly,so softly tries

trust in his,thurst might life.





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