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Damned soul that it is a cursed spirit
wandering and weeping in such darkest sleep
No one near to comfort this sort of wretch
in between the ethereal and the now
Tombs of the people that have left me for naught
As I am getting older and weary,their faces have I suddenly forgot
Where is the Friend who gave birth to this Man
In another land or some dimension level that Is un mistakenly familiar?
If so then a bright spiritual beam should surround this vaudeville sphere of
a jubilant and haughty angel,giving comfort to the babes in need thereof
As for me,there is no light that guides my sight
I am alone in the wilderness without forests,
nor trees,
or an animal of the creator's touch
It is a O plane absolute
These feet cannot roam for the destination is not clearly shown
Crickets that nightly chirp for the wandering lovers
Are not heard to be recognized because sound is nonexistent
I can hear the thoughts of my mind though
Even if the silent void is taunting
Laughing without a physical presence,perhaps?
it is with deep regret that I am imprisoned eternally
Without concrete walls
nor a prison door
Here I exist
just a shadow and nothing more

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