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My Ethereal Journey
Quite uncertain of what awaits me, I searched for the road that will set me free. I’m trapped in the fog of my present and past; oh please release me from this invisible cast. Helplessly bound in despondent chains, my tears were veiled by the pouring rain. In union with solitude, I wept in silence; as this world ignored my shy existence. On a dragging pace, I verged upon fate. Still stunned by fear, I quivered on each gait. Yet stirred by my grit to escape from this plight, I opened my eyes in the sable twilight. Enthused amidst my frailty, I sauntered. With a fragile hope, this fear, I conquered; and on the advent of eternal bliss, I suddenly felt an immaculate kiss. Embraced by the guidance of the Sacred Son, I know in time my sorrows will be gone; and as I surrender my heart and my soul, in the bosom of His Mother, I will be consoled. With this, at last, I fin'lly conclude that I've been saved from the abysmal loot; and as I drop on my humbled knees, I'll be clothed in the warmth of the Eminent breeze.
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