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A Nighttime Companion of Solitude

Fairest isle, all isles excelling,
Seat of pleasure and of love
Venus here will choose her dwelling,
And forsake her Cyprian grove.
Cupid from his fav'rite nation
Care and envy will remove;
Jealousy, that poisons passion,
And despair, that dies for love.

Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining,
Sighs that blow the fire of love
Soft repulses, kind disdaining,
Shall be all the pains you prove.
Ev'ry swain shall pay his duty,
Grateful ev'ry nymph shall prove;
And as these excel in beauty,
Those shall be renown'd for love.


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A Nighttime Companion of Solitude


For those whom wile away time as a seller…

For those whom are mistaken, in their very own duplicity.

Thou art the most colossal of fools…


For those whom lead us astray…

Leading us in guile, the perchance in a true name

Thou art drowning in your own self-ridicule.

Thou art the truest of fools….


For those whom believe leading in an unbending path for freedom…

 Will somehow realize your own value,

Thou art forging your own path of demise.

Thou art the creator of naught…

and naught shall become you.


Go Eat yourself.

You are devouring your own rotten flesh.