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Friday, October 29, 2004

Madness

Wordless
Thoughtless
A myriad
Of darkness
He dreams
Endlessly
In the
Sacrophagus
When will it
Stop?
Will he
Wake?
Nightmares or
Dreams
Of pleasure and
Esctasy
Blood or
Sin?
Who will
See?
Who will
Know?
End of
Time and
Life

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"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

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