The poet will inspire or
                                                  be called a liar.
Though his head is groaning or
                                                  it’s moaning
That decadence is seconds away.
The poet will fill you or
                                                   kill you
With murmurs of lost souls or
In his valor, a taste of gold or
                                                  if it’s cold
He’ll challenge you all to play.
The poet will be dying or
                                                 you’ll feel he’s lying
Encompassed with wonder or
                                                 he’s just under
The skin of knowledge, humor or
                                                 his life’s a rumor
That gives him power today.

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