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The Vacum Of Complete Tranquility
Each day claws at my heart ---
Tearing away a layer of it's texture ---
Soon it will be fully exposed ---
Allowing it to feel the embrace of death ---
There will be no horns blowing ---
Nor the sound of angel's wings fluttering ---
I will not see a bright light ---
No tunnel will I travel down ---
Harps will not welcome me ---
Yet I feel, I will not enter Hell's inferno ---
Possibly, the most I can hope for is eternal rest ---
Away from the things that made my life unhappy ---
Safe from the claws that ravaged my heart ---
Going into the vacum of complete tranquility.
Note: This poem is dedicated to Charles Darwin
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