Living Up To The Dead Poet's Expectations

By my painful bowing, mourning and night has come to all but them. She then led U.S. on and by passing, he led U.S.through. Being first, no greater mind's having but by other's set a path marked by death, all to often premature. And still greatness suffers, known now as mental illness, bi- polar mixed with brutal depression. Stealing from U.S. as like from them from what could be a peaceful end. Loving life through the eye's of another not yet born, to know before birth about their death and yet, still choosing to be born. Thrust upon U.S. are certain soul, souls that can see what other's cannot and are again killed by the law of this land their crime being but being born. Prophets then unlike now we're judged how? Now being judged by such judge's are they, whom know very well, whom they kill. While knowing them all, before they were born and being as such we're children like yours and walked the land. Sister's and brethren can they by proper use of the word, lead U.S. like them, down once again to an unjust death? From the dark we all came, that day never was and being plucked from that night by our birth's we were thrust into the deep of day. Being half their age we are old in death is youth.