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Faust

A deal with the devil

Faust

Oh despair, oh I loathe in waiting, teach me wonders before forsaking.
Show me height and sight unbeknownst to me, I wilt & whimper, I have mustered all succumbed to me.

Come here, hear my plea.Β  Renounce thy God and ascend with me.Β  I ask, are you worthy of such a gift? Turn Thy back on thy brother's & cross my rift.Β  Ride with me to planes beyond the threshold, man will never see, I'll show you behold!

Is this what I must give for such knowledge & realm?Β  What price must I pay for depths to be delved?

Don't worry thy self, it is all in hand, when you have bestowed thy self in the surreal, take my hand, be free, a small distinction, a glimpse of pure majesty for mere extinction.Β  What do you care when your bones and dust?Β  Live for now, show no remorse!

I accept such an offer, now open my eyes, teach me oh brother until I must die.

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Simon Bromley

Thank you lisa, going over old writes and spotted this and reworked it.Β  My new challenge by the way is "Fire" ?

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Ian William

Excellent! You display the rhythm and motion of Faust superbly!

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Greg Etsell

this a great writeΒ 
FaustΒ  is great opera
i haveΒ  seen this opera
2 times great poem

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