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Last night I looked up at the stars;
Admired their shining beauty; and
Wondered if they spoke to each other
Along beams of silver light; or
If they were lonely as I.
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You whispered to me that night;
Your words offered only pain.
I obediently shut the curtains
Left the window as you bid.
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But I couldn't help but hear
The demon behind the words.
My eyes saw light millennia old,
How could my ears do less?
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So I heard the grief beneath your cruelty;
You mourn for thieves and outcasts.
Liars, traitors, murderers,
The ones who never knew mercy,
The ones no one loved or wanted
Or cared when they were killed.
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Save you.
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Five thousand years too late,
You seek a pointless revenge.
Too late to save them
Too late to kill their killers.
Too late to be anything but a tomb robber,
Living on other's leftovers.
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I know you too well to grieve for you.
You must grieve for yourself;
Yourself and your loved ones.
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Stars burn those who fly too close.
As always, I prefer the darkness.
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