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Don't trust their fairy gold,
don't believe their fairy lies.
Like King Midas's curse,
it shall always be,
and like a starved man,
you'll never have your fill.
Stray not your hand,
towards their glittering tainted gold.
Oh beware of their fairy guile,
and their hordes of glittering golden lies.
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Literature
1.
Bombarded. This was the word that Thomas Albertson Junior would use to describe his life. This was only more compounded on this specific day. He had woke at his normal 7:00 time, and followed his normal routine. At 7:00 his alarm went off. At 7:01 he woke up and hit snooze. He repeated the snooze cycle two more times. At 7:16 he knew he needed to really wake up.
Thomas grumbled to himself as he dropped his feet over the side of his bed. Slowly he made himself stand to his feet, took a second to let his head catch up with his body, and began to shuffle towards the bathroom. After leaving last night’s meal with the porcelain god, he wash
Literature
I dont know what to tell
I wish I could tell everything,
But I have no right words:
I’ve lost all I knew.
How to shape all you feel
So they can understand?
What I feel? Am I failed?
Days go past away.
Something eats my time.
I don’t know what I want,
I don’t know who I am.
I’ll soon really fall in the pit of doom,
Stasis of grief and despair.
Where I am? Is today is today?
Or tomorrow, or yesterday?
Where I’ll come? Where to turn?
There’s no answers for me.
I don’t know what to tell.
Literature
struggle we call life
The hands of the clock are crooked,
Time slowly falls away,
A never-ending battle,
We slip from night to day,
A conflict we cant escape,
A struggle each step we take,
Adrift in a sea of chaos,
From this nightmare we cannot wake,
From rage to calm within,
Cycles of rushing and waiting,
A balance none have mastered,
A duel of loving and hating,
Our morality's source unknown,
How do we so freely forgive our sin,
Yet shy away from our virtues,
As we live in a strangers skin,
A contemptible bunch are we,
Performing both good and evil acts,
Wings of each devil and angel,
Protrude and sprout from our backs,
Waging wars for peace,
Claim to accept yet
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Focusing more on the general dark side of fairy folklore, instead of the brighter side. 
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awesome!