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think we know best But we’ve truly never been better than the rest</p><p id="06f5">O Dread O Pity My soul runs afoul For I feel anxious desire to fulfill Of my destiny a legend of wonder Yet here I am still, moving soulful and somber When will life move, will I move yonder?</p><p id="7daa">Melancholy, rage, I’m beneath this heavy storm Thundering clash, deafening roar Can I continue doing this anymore? To what extent might I be folly, Do I fool myself?</p><p id="9084">My own words betray, my heart and soul often stray I’m sick of this incessant nagging An extraordinary life beckons past inanity I’ll be a martyr of soul unrhymed, like so many others Save my spirit, the spirit of humanity</p><p

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O Dread O Pity

A Poem To Save The Human Spirit

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Melancholy I’ve known better days

To what extent do we believe ourselves right When belief sticks us in our own graves, linked to hell Ever rigid, we think we know best But we’ve truly never been better than the rest

O Dread O Pity My soul runs afoul For I feel anxious desire to fulfill Of my destiny a legend of wonder Yet here I am still, moving soulful and somber When will life move, will I move yonder?

Melancholy, rage, I’m beneath this heavy storm Thundering clash, deafening roar Can I continue doing this anymore? To what extent might I be folly, Do I fool myself?

My own words betray, my heart and soul often stray I’m sick of this incessant nagging An extraordinary life beckons past inanity I’ll be a martyr of soul unrhymed, like so many others Save my spirit, the spirit of humanity

Thanks for reading! Ilija Begic

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