Shakespeare Is Dead

Words may hurt, but I cut deeper.
Careless character, think clearer.
What I need to know, is what you have left to unfold.
The fire might be scorching, and you're starting to feel hopeless.
In one condition, i'll let you back in.
Life is great, but death is certain.
When will you pull down that curtain?
Take off the mask, and answer all the questions I will ask.
Grace and beauty, I shall honor.
Dear won't you be a good heart donor.
Live in the moment, just as I have.
My poetry of sentiment is precious.
When you speak of me, it's reckless.
In a pitch black place, is where you left us.
Reason unknown. I run to you. But I can't catch up.
Clap your hands for this man.
Roses at his feet, take a stand. Lies and deceit.
He is so proud.
Break down his guard, and his invisible crown.

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