Replacement Note from D

An essay at 15.06. It was a grief, and slow weakening on a tragic day…

ACT I: The Entrance

Spare me these words— for they come from the harshness harbored in my heart,
Once it is written, you may prove their worth,
Only in your own behalf

But dear sir, dear madam...
Since they shan’t set me free—
Dull as I am, you likely had no time...



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It was a pleasant evening for you to have a visit.
Come, do sit. Stay awhile.

Have no worry for D..., she may have had the tares*

Right at thrice-clocking noon,
Hysteria visited her in her room.
And freedom speech echoed like a Satyr’s weep
Ah... you should've seen the crows,
how they digested her like sheep.

Such a contagious sight...

No man’s dream ever looked quite as obscene.


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ACT II: The Banquet of Madness

Here, make yourself a cup of tea.
Or shall I offer you a tongue?

It’s plain, with taste of juicy incest,
and a massive spoonful of regret.

So bitter is the pain,
it murdered us in time—
And now haunts you like a mad dog,
Thirsting 'til you bleed.

Do you not think the pink, spineless swine
tastes better with wine?

They become so precious,
for the nourishment we seek
becomes the famine of our skin.

And though we dined,
still we cling to our croquettes in chilly clime?

Olala... Now my headache is killing me...

Such a torment in spirited thought! Dear—GOD!!

Why gone, Persistency? Why granted a Genius?
Only to mock our fidelity as desperation beats them to death-?!

Such a horrific time recently,
should you even care.

...Or would you prefer to take a sip,
and have a peek at our breast?

'Cause from my exceeding wit,
I still find— it a blast!


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ACT III: The End of the Play

But alas.. alas!
The life of our drama is at stake!

Imagine the frail, frantic fools
who scorn us in our bed—
and praise themselves lavishly!
Claim they have anchored best!

By saucy shells and cheap “lips-stick”! Had they thought us fed??

Oho!

Horny be your worst lottery,
my good, lame friend.

Perhaps a helpful hand shall fit well in your pants—
and bite you vividly,
in the parts where you have missed.

No shame for the damned,
surely, while you hiss.


But look—
there's a laundry just six feet ahead,
down the street where our fair D... once left
where 'young kind' comes now with Eerie mimic,
Reapers be their cloak for freedom flag.

You might catch a glimpse
of those well-stocking leeches,
all confiscated in flesh.

Lastly, friend, I have no thing, no coin, nor favor more to ask:

What is more refreshing than the simplicity of living?
and try to save your days slowly—by aging will,
and care for family…may it be then from one settled womb.

Would you choose this task or would you rather sit in my chair?
and let your eyes grow weary as mine?
No—
do not pathetically be... weary as mine.

"Paix, monsieur."
"Paix, mademoiselle."

Let truce be upon both skins.



Adieu~
Good day.





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Merry to the wives, the children, and the saints
for they spirit be shed, and fought blood runs free.

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Love be still,
-Deeds-

*tares; taken from Matthew 13:36-43. V38; “The field is the world; the good seed are the children of the kingdom; but the tares are the children of the wicked one”. The tares represent classes that are the fruit or embodiment of error, of false principles. "The enemy that sowed them is the devil." Neither God nor His angels ever sowed a seed that would produce a tare. Satan, the enemy of God and man, always sows tares.