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Death and destruction upon the face of the earth
Blood runs through the canyons and the mountains cry with despair
What hath gone so terribly wrong with the world
that my mind should see such terrible things
and my tongue breathe such fury.
Woe is me for these are the things that haunt my soul
and never will I sleep at ease.
Nor does the coming of the day quiet the voices
that torture and scream from their dark hiding places
in the depths of my broken mind.
I cry aloud in my pain but I am alone with the voices
that torture and scream from their dark hiding places
in the depths of my broken mind,
and there is no one to hear my cries
or to see my sorrow
My agony is eternal and I will never see light again,
for the darkness is all encompassing
like the eternal blackness of the moonless nights of
the great south in winter,
and my heart is frozen thus
My tears fall and their taste is bitter
like the despair that drives them
and the voices that taunt ceaselessly
in the night and in the day --
making the days as dark as the nights.
In my delirium, I pray for death to quiet my tortured screams,
but my prayers are not heard for
I am completely alone with my madness
and what gods there are, laugh at my pleas from their dank depths,
and taunt me in the darkness as I live on.
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