Thursday, November 3, 2011

When (Ebenus)

I kill because I want to
Not because I must
To turn the world's hope and light
To bitter ash and dust

I die because I want to
Not because I must
Never watching, always feeling
Myself dissolve to dust

When to die and when to live
Isn't that the question, man?
Ask yourself, not only me
Have I recourse but to flee?
Run before my terrible might
Then finally turn about to fight
To find that I indeed exist
Before you fall, I whisper this
Though now you fall at knifepoint's kiss
When all are dead, none will be missed

E. Cue 2009

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