[4mycountry]

Original poem, eh? The last one was kind of an advertisement, so here goes for a true "poem".

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Dark, the light upon each day
He wakes to live in slow decay
No one cares to mourn or grieve
A soul so happy to deceive

And yet some try, and fail so much
To conjer up sympathy and such
And in the end, they give up and leave
A soul so happy to deceive

Living in the shadows, like
They are the day and not the night
A strange and evil fellow is he,
A soul so happy to deceive

The days do pass, and nights do fade
And there he lays upon his grave
Not a man to cry or weep
For a soul so happy to deceive

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No, I'm not gothic, leave me alone. XD

[djf]

Think you got something there. I urge you to continue.