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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Confronted by a towering wall spanning miles above me.. ..I.. Get a grip! says one of my men. it shan't be long now- attach the hooks and wires, and climb-! As I stumble towards the wall something arches fourth from my stomach some kind of muck or mire comes rushing forward and my mind disappears Awakened by the foul stench of burning sulfur and coal I open my eyes, groggily and though blurry and strained I perceive small little hooven feet dancing about me Yet no fear is within me my aversions long gone for this sight is one I have grown accustomed to I live among them pray among them I search my soul which is littered with legions of these horned monsters each having various faces are they me? are we you? are we sane? I hardly care anymore the clutter strewn about is what remains of my sanity the cobwebs attest to just how long I've treaded hereabouts I'm tired... I say good Sirs, and Madams I am so very tired. Shall we fetch you a cup of tea, sir? No, get me that bottle over yonder Yes, Sir-! Mam, the bottle appears to be empty Empty you say-?! I swat away the pest and hunt for something by which I can use to dim the light of my vision stampedes of friends bring me many more gifts illusions, fantasies, various pains, and love letters each smiling with crooked menacing teeth they appear gifts in hand, and up to evil no doubt Sir, shan't you take your morning brew? Madam, I have taken it, and I am indeed due for more With cup in hand, I ask of my friends to lay me down and help me to sleep using their tiny hands and arms they pull shut my eyelids, and as I begin to lose my vision I perceive in the distant clouds the saddened face of someone I once knew frowning as the face disappears into the moisturous clouds I faintly remember I had something to do or maybe somewhere to be? However for now I think I shall enjoy various brews and cups laden with miseries and I shall share them with my horned and bedeviled friends because my body, mind, and soul has come to very much resemble them or perhaps they me? Cheers.
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