Extempore

In the glare of the cloud
I saw the fire
In the glare of the fire 
I saw the light
In the midst of the 
light lies a being

A  shroud sonoric sound 
yelled woke fathoms of
centuries past
all filled with excruciating pain

I was arrested
the situation got complicated
I begin to begin 
I refused to refuse

Fooled was I but not a fool
sad but never unhappy
rejected but abandoned not

I will live to die
I will die to live

I see voices
I hear visions
I see voices
I see visions

the world is a stage
but where is your stay?

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