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To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous incompetence
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to glory, to victory
Say no more; and by a step, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand fumbling shocks
Slaying the chicken that quakes but lay no eggs
Misfit, mismatch and misled the army of hungry souls
Or just to leave the rumbling fall of the little castle
Leave it to the dogs, to the wolves, the tasteless crisps
Build thy fort, dig thy trenches and rally thy army
With that broken flag made of rags
Or just that to end, to die and to sleep
The eternity rest, washing off the dirt, stains and blood
From the jagged hands, drop the sins of knives and daggers
Buried dead in the history of memory.
To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous incompetence
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to glory, to victory
Say no more; and by a step, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand fumbling shocks
Slaying the chicken that quakes but lay no eggs
Misfit, mismatch and misled the army of hungry souls
Or just to leave the rumbling fall of the little castle
Leave it to the dogs, to the wolves, the tasteless crisps
Build thy fort, dig thy trenches and rally thy army
With that broken flag made of rags
Or just that to end, to die and to sleep
The eternity rest, washing off the dirt, stains and blood
From the jagged hands, drop the sins of knives and daggers
Buried dead in the history of memory.
