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To arms and war we arouse
Feigning fanciful in moor;
I wonder what Death would say:
If I knocked on the door
Still dolled up for that awful play
Whether I could enter his house,
Since I have seen both
Heaven and Hell
But never the eternal stony berth.

The conscious shape reality.

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The following comments are for "Give Us Adamantine Will and Ironclad Rest"
by Furius

I liked this poem, I think the last line went over my head. I really liked where you went with the rest of it though. =D I liked your signature too, by the way.

( Posted by: Darkshine Raven [Member] On: December 2, 2003 )

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