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by Anya Mar 2, 2019 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Righteous men cannot rest Cannot laugh in light no more Burdened by that shameful crest Who yielded from the corps The spy for two sides With two separate cause And even now he is uncertain Who’s spy he really was He wished they’d heed To what he feared But none so deaf As men who won’t hear Shut upon himself Sowing not upon harm Though for simple whiles For lost kisses and smiles He layed his weapon to arms Though never to learn Their power burned Forgetting the peace he brung Be thy sleep Calm and deep Such weight on a mind so young Innocent hands Spread like disease Though the resting land Was put at ease Tragedy not heard With each bellow and wail Though through this sight Peace did prevail And with this night His strife began No longer a child Though no longer a man