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I announce our fate is doomed.
A reckless decay of murder,
falling from the sky with their wings clipped.
Prosper we will not as long as our king tangles with the blind,
Brain split, with doors, chained.
We will descend hand and hand, in lock with our king.
His hands will not grasp the truth,
And we shall be noosed.
But fate could be pronounced unstagnant.
A cord that could be cut by others,
unbarred by the three fates.
Or twisted in such a way,
Announced uncalled by the break of day.
But stiff is the god who calls the day.
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So this is not necessary a poem. I had to write it for a school assignment on Oedipus Rex, but still thought I put it on here. ♡︎♡︎
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