In the day of success I had a kingdom of hearts,
Oh but for pity that mine own would lead me
To pursue, to plunder a territory dictated by chance
And write my existence with the blood of tragedy
How many shades of crimson shall I become?
Is this crown to be my glory?
Blood will have blood and in my dying
Will Death have its morbid trophy?
I am not a man, Oh I am not a man
If death should claim me by the sword,
I would prefer no better exeunt
For I am a man once more.
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I wrote this for a Macbeth project I had once.
