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stretch a stitch, snap the thread
cut the rope and see him dead.
pull the pieces one, two, three
let's unravel the bourgeoisie.

revolting eye, tainted grace
paint the glass and leave no trace.
hide the scissors four, five, six
let's send no more to River Styx.

check the cards, carry the fate
do the deed and hold no weight.
stay your hand seven, eight, nine
let's not undo and redesign.
©2008-2009 ~addictedtosound
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Author's Comments

The first stanza has been written for awhile, finally got around to working on a couple more for it. Based on the Greek gods known as the Moirae (or the Fates :3). Not in order of how they accomplish things, but I like to think this came about as an argument while having tea.

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:iconkesari:
Oh, nice, I like it a lot (and you know how much disdain I hold for poetry...)! For the most part I find the poetry that rhymes is painfully awkward, but I didn't even notice that it rhymed until the fourth line, lmao. Very cool poem :)

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:icondnangela:
Mythology kicks ass.
I like the "paint the glass" phrase.
Says so much in few words, which is my favorite part about your writing.

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nyaw, yay! =)

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A little pain never hurt anyone!
:iconaddictedtosound:
I think that just means you need more sleep, love ;P

Thanks, none-the-less ^_^ :heart:!

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:D

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