To Be, or Not To Be

To be, or not to be, that is the question

—William Shakespeare (Hamlet)

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To be, or not to be; that is the question.

The only question that encompasses

The fright of the soul and heart

That delivers a blow to the affection

That any other question would cause

For its magnitude; as a fathomless mountain,

As a canyon, perhaps,

May swell a dwell into the pit of my mind

And turn me for once and ever to hell.

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To be, or not to be; that is the question.

But what is a man, if not only who awaits to be one?

But to be, and not to be enclosed by destiny

And isn’t a man harsh towards his future,

If perhaps these do not cause him good at all?

Is it for the soul to bear the unbearable,

To understand what lies moribund as truth?

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If not, may then my spirit rest

And the ghosts who now haunt me be dead

But if it would for me to thrive against heaviness,

Fight with the wind, the sun, the sins!

To fight—to live, start a reckoning sound

That awakens not only my body, my soul

To embrace the new life, to live is to die!

To die, and continue living.

Another day, maybe to fight—perchance, to live.

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Again and Again

Again and Again

Again and Again

Again and Again

Until the forces that rule what’s unruled

By my fiery will come and destroy what’s left

Again and Again

Again and Again

Again and A—

THE END.