How lonely is this world?
with people around,
none closer to the heart.
How boring is this life?
with nothing to do,
nothing worth fighting for.
How ugly am I in all this?
my eyes closed,
my mouth shut,
lying limp on my bed.
I met,
the two faces of Devil,
the dark shadows of God,
Boredom and Loneliness.
You meet them, you greet them,
never invite them.
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