The Hole Poem by Makie Natsumoto
The Hole
There´s a sphere of emptiness in this corridor called life
memories and dreams are our reason on not
Watch us go steady through this corridor or the forest called death
I´ll strive and continue walking
With what you call evil and what you call good
I shall dress myself to the greater evil to devour the less evil
I shall dress myslef to the greater goof to strike the less good
What is it
Forgive me
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