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The Hermit
Hidden within the deep recesses of the dark green forest. Hidden from the world, cocooned within the tall green grass. Hidden in the yellow summer sun amongst the moss. Hidden from humanity. Immersed deep within the sea of my soul. Within my dark shadowy existence. In this forlorn time of skyscrapers, celestial apartments And bricky neighbourhoods. Images of their inhumanity and indifference festers. Scratching a hole in the thick walls of my existence. Searching to see without in that narrow tunnel. Hidden within the sanctuary of my resistance. Less no one will see me, but I will see their hell. Hidden as I am from their power in their bloated world. I will see these mortal creatures in their daily dance of routine, As they become weak in the eyes of God with their sin, In their power struggles within their empty hollowness. Of their vain power and nothingness. While I stand, wait and observe their mortal combat, In the field of useless commercial life and gabbled debate. While I revel in the misfortunes of their lot in the lotto reel of life. While I smile at their idiotic attempts to break their own wall of damnation. As they burn in the fire of their own hell. Created by them from the fiery passion of their own lust and greed In their violence and godless self-rule. In these days of wrath, fire and hell, I bury myself deep Within the salvation of my own soul, at peace as I weep. Amidst the chaos of their struggles, Within the wheel of their own explosive release, As I am released into the depth of the green forest, So my soul can revel in the blue sea of peaceful caress.
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