| CLYTEMNESTRA |
| by Magdalena Goins |
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My name is what it is
and it stands as strong as a tree
For I am queen and shall be ruler too
I let it stand for it shall be.
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I am more than I appear
I have nothing at all to fear
My subtle ways or deceitful plans
will get me what I want in my hands.
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With my hands I shall strike thee
as graceful as to not be forgotten
and with all that this takes place
I shall eventually lie in the ground rotten.
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My thoughtless contemplation
of how to go about my plans
is just simple mere upset
of all that is known by the land.
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And this land that I betray
my husband, my offspring, my house,
and in the ground I shall wither
for all that I do quiet as a mouse.
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The use of desire, deceit and despair
is nothing in this cold, cold place
for all I wanted was power and truce
of all that is mine, I shall grace.
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One time I was just treasured
then came a time of displace;
now stands the time for revenge
next lies utter disgrace.
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My life that has now ended
because I wanted it all,
there is still so much to capture
in my own little oracle ball.
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Lifeless and powerless
but still in command,
how can I pay back
those that treated me bad...
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