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BAD BARD POETRY
The Chasm
You come toward me cold and unsmiling
And dash the loose ends from my hands
Of the bonds that once tied and bound us
Severed by your gnawing demands
Things in our world get broken
That can’t be fixed or rearranged
And when we break our oaths and vows
A Chasm opens and we are estranged
Our ridiculous self importance unseats us,
Works against us
And what’s good and what’s right
Has us squabbling and harbouring resentments
When it’s only our own shadows we fight.
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