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It was not two months ago
When you walked this barren hall
It was you who ran the show
But every man must fall
Never was there a greater man
Old Jove could not contest
My mother worshipped you but then
My uncle stole your best
A drop of poison in the ear
Poison from a snake
A trusted brother you should have feared
But now it is too late
Herculean king, my father great
I am a coward next to you
For my shoulders bear this weight
That is too heavy to make persue
My mother dear, she was wooed
By your brother foul
How though? she is to be booed
To turn her eyes to one so shallow
Tonight I saw your vision
Upon Elsinore’s lofty top
To learn of such crimes left a lesion
And made my heart verily stop
I am your son I know
And I must avenge this wicked crime
But father great please sew
Just a little bit more time
Although I know I should act
And be just like you
Father I must take another track
And I must think this one through
Murder is a terrible crime
One to which I must partake
To you I promise to do before my time
And let Heaven judge this bait.
par Sām
Š2001