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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471209" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death of a Misanthropist</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The least poignant funeral<br>Is the death of a misanthropist<br>For a misanthropist had already<br>Died a lot of little deaths<br>And the world had already <br>Played a thousand exequies<br>In the chortles of their hilarity<br>That had molted abhorrence, <br>But then again, there's a death<br>That can obliterate a misanthrope<br>And it is the most pleasurable death<br>For it is the birth of a different life<br>Effacing the veneer of misanthropy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now there is a flamboyant fire<br>Incinerating inside my belly<br>That bores an affluent hunger<br>For more life, more hope, <br>And I never wanted more breaths<br>To engulf all rues from deaths<br>That my sooty eyes grew darker<br>With the oil of potent verve<br>Realizing that perhaps, one good road<br>Is suffice and enough<br>If I can learn to bend<br>To fork a thousand rides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It took the most lethal pit<br>And the most vital fall<br>To kill a misanthrope<br>Who yearns to be<br>One amongst the harlequins<br>And penetrate the revelries<br>Of the emancipated gypsies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It took the grandest shards<br>Of heaven, of oblivion, <br>And it took the best times<br>With my sole friend<br>To stir the fumes of vitality<br>Basking inside the vapidity<br>Of the hunger for death<br>And abhorrence, <br>And of reclusion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have long been hiding<br>Inside my own vault<br>Not telling anyone anything<br>But still heeding expectations<br>To be probed, to be hauled, <br>And still flailing and failing<br>Swirling in the scythes <br>Of death's surfeit suicide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stretch had been painful, <br>And I am tired<br>And rueful.<br>Now I plead for my death, <br>Because I wanted more life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will exacerbate<br>The assuage<br>In this vied death <br>To pawn for life, <br>Far from the woebegone demise<br>In the capitulation of mendacity<br>And into to the slicing graze<br>Of my parsimonious reality; <br>A sapid prostrate mount<br>In the insurmountable convalesce<br>I cried &quot;Break-even&quot;.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I owe this to you, <br>My darkest nadir, <br>My greatest topple.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I owe this to you, <br>My false-exoneration, <br>My veracious puncture.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I owe this to you, <br>My restless friends, <br>My fluent threads.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I owe this to you, <br>The witness of the lion, <br>My ballasting pole, <br>My best friend, dear Owl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I owe this to you, <br>Ugly and beautiful people, <br>And to you, <br>My misanthropy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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Is the death of a misanthropist
For a misanthropist had already
Died a lot of little deaths
And the world had already 
Played a thousand exequies
In the chortles of their hilarity
That had molted abhorrence, 
But then ag..."></div>
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