I have been lost from long ago.
In the perpetuate Hippocratic foe.
I am swooned to unreal humbleness.
Of all those imaginative unrealistic darkness.
I am lost in tyranny of time.
Where the moon doesn't shine.
For there the night is utter dark.
And the silince echo with the lark.
When I glanced upon the sunlight.
I found my self in the dreamy sight.
In a place beneath the heavens, above the height.
A place darker then the night.
A place filled with lost fight.
A place full of hidden fright.
Where neither heavens breath nor the hell seethe.
A place where there is death in the sea's.
Where neither happiness live nor sorrowness grief.
Is it what they call tranquility.
Or is it just a dark reality.
Is there any hope or plausibility.
Of A place where there is integrity.
But Alas! For there is no fidelity.
It is better that I remain lost.
For there is no greater cause.
It is better I keep my eyes close.
For this world is full of friendly foe's.
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