Mine eyes too keen to see far ahead
Yet I fear mine almost sure sense of end
This hollow container is tearing and dead
I cannot reveal - they won't understand
I free mine soul through mine verse and acts
Mine wish, of their souls I take part
I shalt be free, disintegrate and fade
I shall remain breathing from hope and dreams.
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