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...Place the placebos on the tip of your tainted tongue and pay particular attention to the plethora of pleasure of pain that this play's performance deplorably paints,

Sin with a smile in a sonnet of surrender and salvation as society sadistically showcases Shakespeare's incessant cycle of serpents and saints...



Come, Come, Come my fickle friend and follow my front straight to the satanic shows that never end it seems,

Close, Close, Close your somnolent eyes to escape this terrible travesty and forever get lost in a Midsummer Night's Dream.

I'm a Montague audaciously attending a Capulet party, precariously walking right into the livid lion's den,

Secretly searching for my star-crossed soul mate somewhere in a masquerade maze of mannequins and malevolent men.

This wicked and wretched war will be woefully presented and performed within the following five acts and sadly, the audience has already filled the venue and the stage has already been set,

Darkhorse, Darkhorse, wherefore art thou Darkhorse? Well, names were always meaningless anyways according to my justifying Juliet.

To the weakest wall the weakest warrior goes,

I'll courageously parade on the cleaner side of the street where in the wind my noble name screeches and blows.

Some hear the silent songs of separation and solitude; some merely feel the frost of an unfriendly freezing breeze,

It's my destiny to spend eternity with the enemy, and I'll bite my thumb to anyone who disagrees.

We reenact famous battle scenes on this bloodstained bed of betrayal while forfeiting our future on redemption's ravenous route,

Take our toxic tragedies to the grotesque Globe Theater to dejectedly act them out.

Corruption continues to prove to be so cruel as two illegal lovers break the golden rule,

I'll opt to select the deceiving stars as my scapegoat, for I am nothing more than fortune's unfortunate fool.

Our own families are abhorrent enemies and your father's eyes aglow with animosity when they set sight on my sinful silhouette,

Helplessly holdfast to faith while our fate forever fades away into a frigid fairytale of a modern-day Romeo and Juliet.



...A poet and playwright has permanently engraved his place atop the pinnacle of success and his closest competition is nowhere even near,

Confess with a frown in a couplet of contagion and contamination as the country chooses to come full circle on the infinite cycle of Shakespeare...



I swallow a sample of the pseudo poison,

My heart still pumps out life even through my body temporarily remains still.

Your eyes gaze and glace at my corpse while you attempt to kiss the death off of my lips to join my side in sin,

Tragically taking a sip, in desperation, of a shining sword and swallowing the metal pill that never fails to kill.