Shall the Ghost of Shakepheare We Fear

WHERE IS ROMEO, WHERE IS JULIET WAS THEIR LOVE, THEIR DEATH; A FORSHADOWING OF ARTS END THE POSIONOUS ASPS WE NOW FLAUNT, IN LOVES DISSEMINATION AN ARTISTIC CREATION? IT'S SONNET TITLE{:} THE ROAD PAVED, OUR CHILDREN'S HEART'S; PIERCED IN THE OBJECTIFICATION OF SORROW{S}. THEIR EYES, THEIR EARS, THEIR BODIES, THEIR HEART'S. DEVOID OF THE FRALITY; OF LOVE IN LIFE OR ART .............x baby blue bk aka: the gentleman pirate