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Cursed
Mario William Vitale
their own demise Still a word to the wise Cursed A sin will always find you out This ought to Rate it:

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Hymn XXIII: Extended on a Cursed Tree
Charles Wesley
Extended on a cursed tree, Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the king of glory see! Sinks and expires the Son of God. Who, wh...Rate it:

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Cursed Terrorism
Nikhil Parekh
gorges of inveterate death, And the heart of cursed terrorism might undoubtedly throb all right; Rate it:

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Hymn XXIII: Extended on a Cursed Tree
John Wesley
Extended on a cursed tree, Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the king of glory see! Sinks and expires the Son of God. Who, wh...Rate it:

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The cursed flea
Joseph Mark Ippolito
Wheence dust has dusht the cursed flea an’ gold the prairie sunder’d, peace will Rate it:

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Cursed
Mario Vitale
You watch as I rot inside my cage getting lost in a purple haze Like a mouse stuck in it's maze wake up late to one of those days Let's look d...Rate it:

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Today- The Most Cursed Day
Nikhil Parekh
Ordinarily the soles of my feet didn't bleed an infinitesimal trifle; even as I traversed over a blanket of a billion acrimoniously venomous thorns...Rate it:

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Jackaw of Rheims, The
Richard Harris Barham
holy anger, and pious grief, He solemnly cursed that rascally thief! He cursed him at board, he curRate it:

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The Jackaw of Rheims
Richard Harris Barham
holy anger, and pious grief, He solemnly cursed that rascally thief! He cursed him at bRate it:

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Upon The Barren Fig-Tree In God's Vineyard
John Bunyan
barren tree, Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be! Art thou not planted by the water-side? Rate it:

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The Swagless Swaggie
Edward Harrington
he burst, He dumped his hat upon the floor, And cursed and cursed and cursed. A neighboring shed hRate it:

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Toolangi
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
foxes prowling round his poultry yard. So he cursed at things Australian, and invested in an orchaRate it:

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A Tale Of Starvation
Amy Lowell
neighbours, and his neighbours hated him, And he cursed eternally. He damned the sun, and he damneRate it:

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John Ballard
Edgar Lee Masters
In the lust of my strength I cursed God, but he paid no attention to me: I might as well have cursed the stars. In my last sickness I was in agony,...Rate it:

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Locksley Hall
Alfred Lord Tennyson
arms, and silent in a last embrace. Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength ofRate it:

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The Hour Before Dawn
William Butler Yeats
sturdy leg could do To keep him upright while he cursed. He had counted, where long years ago QueenRate it:

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Angelo
William Watson
came, and whither it was bidden blow. She cursed the kinsfolk who had willed that she Should wed wiRate it:

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Arnold Rode Behind
Roderic Quinn
I turned and cried, 'The fatal moments fly!' I cursed him then-his trembling hand- I cursed his bloRate it:

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Mary
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
depart Ye visions of what used to be! Cursed be the heart--the cruel heart-- That stole my Mary'Rate it:

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The cattle thief
Emily Pauline Johnson
that lion had left his lair, And they cursed like a troop of demons--for the women alone wRate it:

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The Everlasting Return
Lola Ridge
chains And the sobbing of the young Greek. I cursed him that his hair blew in my mouth, tasting salRate it:

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The Rymor and I
Joseph Mark Ippolito
scree What once a man mid earth’s domain Now cursed be a sad refrain A tarnished soul no doubt to Rate it:

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The Rymor and I...
Joseph Mark Ippolito
scree What once a man mid earth’s domain Now cursed be a sad refrain A tarnished soul no doubt taeRate it:

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Saša Milivojev - PRIMORDIAL SIN
Saša Milivojev
East I exist I stand Frozen in a cursed temple A black crow in my hand Blood is trickling down the frescoes Grave suffering Saints are crying Walls...Rate it:

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A Poet To His Baby Son
James Weldon Johnson
humanity, Blessed with your mother’s face, And cursed with your father’s mind. I say cursed witRate it:

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