Death, to you
Ever lost and ever scared,
Ever thought that no one cared?
Stand up tall and stand up straight,
March with pride through heaven's gate.
Don't you pity those behind,
Truth is truly hard to find.
Leave your child, leave your heir,
Trust his trust, and he'll be fair.
Don't you wonder why you came;
Death will love you all the same.
Walk, don't strut, don't run, don't flee.
Hold my hand and welcome me.
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The world will end,
And then begin anew
When Death himself
Will fall in love with you
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One hundred men frowned -
One hundred are yours.
One hundred lit fires
Make one hundred a force.
But none are the liars
And sound and proud,
without remorse,
None hundredths had bowed
Except one, of course.
One hundred hands clapped
Against one hundred more,
A hundred heads strapped
Later rolled on the floor.
Then sound and proud,
without remorse,
Declared the proud
One hundred a crowd
The hundredth's man's force.
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If you're special and you know it
And you really want to show it -
Go to Exchange and be a git -
Everybody's doing it.
Use big words like "lowball," do it,
You don't know what it means, screw it!
Shout "lowball," throw a fit!
Everybody's doing it.
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Some say I am brutally honest,
Spineless yippies say I am a d**k,
It's like who can walk out tallest
From our lives oh so worthless and quick.
Stopping and smelling the flowers
Implies "get the ******** outside."
Don't stay up 'till unholy hours
Defending your internet pride.
Instead of debating my morals,
Or how I will meet my sad ends,
Debate with your mother to buy you
A treadmill, Proactiv, and friends.
Le King Community Member 
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