A little hit of death for you
So willing not to lend a hand.
A thing so small but strong
Enough to knock you out,
If but years from now
It will do the trick;
To lay you down and leave you wanting.
A little hint of something
On the ridges of your mind,
Far off in regions left to be discovered.
A presence known yet unfound.
Impossible to track,
(Things that have not yet walked
Leave no prints to follow)
Still irresistable to ignore the fact
That it exists.
A hollow fear to draw you into greatness,
A driving force to push you o'er the rest.
Engrained with pristine patience
Into every single act,
So that you may be the one
To pass it on until,
The prophesy has been fulfilled.
That this little hit concerns you
Only proves the whole is true.
The argument that all you've known
Is for your good,
And you should own
Up to each task with sombre eyes
And willing mouth, to let collide
The doubts of others and your own
Against the pictures you've been shown
Of languid seas of green and gold
Where you will lie after you're old.
When all the suffering may cease
In neverending, lonley peace
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