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“A Poison Tree” by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,–

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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Murdered Me

You’ve murdered me and I am spent
The police would not know, they came by and went
They wouldn’t know, no one could tell
No one heard the cries, screams or yell
No evidence they can find to show you’re guilty
Because they look at me and say I’m fine and healthy
No stab wounds to show
No blood stains in the dark that glow
No bullet hole, no gun, no weapon at all
Because the way you murdered me, was to make me fall

I am now without a heart
And I can only hope you wouldn’t tear it apart
Because whether you admit or not
You are guilty for making me like you a lot

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Abraham To Kill Him

Abraham to kill him
Was distinctly told—
Isaac was an Urchin—
Abraham was old—

Not a hesitation—
Abraham complied—
Flattered by Obeisance
Tyranny demurred—

Isaac—to his children
Lived to tell the tale—
Moral—with a mastiff
Manners may prevail.

-Emily Dickinson-   

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I Killed The Sparrow

I threw the stone and hit it

I didn’t mean to, I promise

 

I was merely playing when it suddenly flew by

It fell from the sky like a crashing airplane

And all I could do was stand there in shock

 

Poor little sparrow, I ended its life

But as soon as it saw the worm,

it took it and off it went again to the sky