Who wrote this poem?
Spin your lies and pick a fight,

Don’t worry, I will not forget about what happened last night.

You speak your words and sharpen your knife,

what happened to the meaning you gave my life.

This bruised, brooding, blameful ending you’re giving me,

I don’t think it’ll ever set me free.

You see the pitter patter of your feet in the rain,

sorta reminds me of this game.

Every breath I take,

Lets me move further from you

And for once

In a certain way, your venom has positively benefited me.

In at least 150 words, discuss the comparison described in the figurative language and how the connotative language reinforces the symbol. certainly the utmost rim of my first dome was filled with the tumultuous impression of soldiers marching to death for freedom's sake, of pioneers streaming westward to establish self-government in yet another sovereign state. only the great dome of st. peter's itself has ever clutched my heart as did that modest curve which had sequestered from infinitude in a place small enough for my child's mind, the courage and endurance which i could not comprehend so long as it was lost in "the void of unresponsible space" under the vaulting sky itself.