docsmith

I feel like someone has been vomiting on my soul for the past couple of weeks. I feel very unwanted and useless.


alright thats enough of my complaining.

another cookie to the one who can name the author.

tyger tyger burning bright
in the forests of the night
what immortal hand or eye
could frame thy fearful symmetry

in what distant deeps or skies
burnt the fire in thine eyes
on what wings dare he aspire
what the hand dare sieze the fire

and what shoulder and what art
could twist the sinews of thy heart
and when that heart began to beat
what dread hands and what dread feet

what the hammer what the chain
in what furnace was thy brain
what the anvil what dread grasp
dare its deadly terrors clasp

and when the stars through down their spears
and watered heaven with their tears
did he smile his work to see
did he who made the lamb make thee

tyger tyger burning bright
in the forests of the night
what immortal hand or eye
dare frame thy fearful symmetry