Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
If the Trump campaign is shaming Beyonce for sexy lyrics and equating it to predatory behavior, King should be viewed as an abominable human being, not for his skill (debatable), but for his content.
>>8634362
I'm voting for Trump because of this
That's John Donne
>>8634349
To the window
To the wall
Til the sweat drippeth
Down my balls
>>8634349
King is the master of writing. His output rate to quality ratio is without compare. For decades he has churned out passive and sometimes even great writing and he never stops.
He's the golden goose.
>>8634349
>Can't write poetry for shit. Topest of keks.
I love these textual references to Sheol from the early modern era, before Swedenborg infected everyone's mind with his insane revisionist nonsense.
>>8634747
Nah, he ain't done yet, lad. He's got at least a half dozen left in him.
>>8634739
I'm voting Trump because I want to make America great again.
>>8634901
>i am a mong