Lifted From the Jungle Island
In this place I have played
Toiled and stayed.
In here I have swam
Inside the mire-stinking pool,
Pool of misery.
I was cloned in this place
Kept on wandering among this race
With myth hovering my face
Like flies buzz on carcass,
Helpless carcass…
But soon, once, I gained sight.
Setting eyes on his glorious might
Gave my gloomy soul, glaring light.
Surely, this light knows my plight,
And had come to give it a fight.
All at once, like in trance
This miry pool became illusion,
Leaving my misery a phantom.
Oh, by this light I am lifted
Lifted above this jungle place….
Thus, I am freedom!
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