I met a traveller from an antique land

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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T. smartes man on the cinder

I met a homeless man that attempted to sodomize me after I gave him a ride to Atlanta.

Lost at
>'My name is Jamal'

When I was in 2nd year high school this blew me away.

It reminds me of the vegemite song.

kek

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Not going to lie I prefer Smith's to Shelley's.

In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:—
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,—
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.

We wonder,—and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.

They're both baller as fuck

dude i love breaking bad!
I AM THE MAN THAT KNOCKS!

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sat on
the mat

I believe it is from Lord Byron

Both Ozymandias poems are dank as fuck. It's like Ecclesiastes but shorter and less whiny.

I stand corrected, it's Shelley's

I was going to roast you till you corrected yourself pal; although you might be mixing it up with Byron's 'Isles of Greece' similar tone.

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The mountains look on Marathon—
And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dream'd that Greece might still be free;

The stone of the king will never die
The crow is still inside the bag and will remain there for a while
The kindom of the edge was poison from inside
First the calfs
Then the kids kings
Go back to mother to clean the damage
Go full on poison to kill yourself

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I met a faggot from a shitty land
Who said: Two parties of jews rule the throne
Stand in the senate. Near them, on the stand,
Half sunk, a sorry visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and smile of reprimand,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that praised them and the hope that's dead

And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is president lincoln, man of men
Look on my legacy, proof of my care'
Nothing beside remains, nor marked by pen,
Of that forgotten dream, boundless but rare,
Unfeeling minds of the broken system

rly made me think

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