Endless Cycle
My mind alters,
Fiend to ang-el,
Are there answers?
Who can tell?
I can have joy,
I can have sorrow.
From the grim reaper,
Time I must borrow.
The cycle continues:
Dragging in the valleys;
Up the cliff edge,
This brain of mine rallies.
Rocking to and fro.
From the highs, I fell.
There is no end,
'till my funeral bell.
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