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The veil of ostensible happiness raised And the bitter truth revealed With the heartless sound of the gavel A long overdue judgement pronounced Yet again bereft of purpose Imprisoned on an abandoned raft Shackled to the impregnable hopelessness Paralysed by an overdose of lethargy Petrified by the horror of calmness Drifting on the dark waters of boundless void Awaiting indefinitely for the predestined doom to come

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Oct 22, 2018

Oct 22, 2018 at 5:25 AM UTC

Prison

The veil of ostensible happiness raised And the bitter truth revealed With the heartless sound of the gavel A long overdue judgement pronounced Yet again bereft of purpose Imprisoned on an abandoned raft Shackled to the impregnable hopelessness Paralysed by an overdose of lethargy Petrified by the horror of calmness Drifting on the dark waters of boundless void Awaiting indefinitely for the predestined doom to come

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Fell from the soaring heights Into the endless abyss Swam through the canals of despair Out to the boundless void Brushed against the essence of eternity Shut inside the chamber of time Battered with clubs of agony Shattered into pieces of abandoned self

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC

Eternal doom

Fell from the soaring heights Into the endless abyss Swam through the canals of despair Out to the boundless void Brushed against the essence of eternity Shut inside the chamber of time Battered with clubs of agony Shattered into pieces of abandoned self

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An empty boat glides through a tide-less sea Echos of thunderous silence reminisces the rowdy sailors once on board Without fear they sailed across the dark waters Without the knowledge of forthcoming doom they kept the spirits high Navigation impaired by the wrath of silence, their abominable gaiety and preposterous hopes were muted for eternity Life drained, flesh rotted, bones crumbled to dust, and the boat was filled with peaceful death Though without an inhabitant it still continues to drift towards a predesitned chaos Its calm trail behind disrupted by an impatient tranquility Its still path ahead disallows all animations with an unfluent time Yet it moves forward

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC

An empty boat

An empty boat glides through a tide-less sea Echos of thunderous silence reminisces the rowdy sailors once on board Without fear they sailed across the dark waters Without the knowledge of forthcoming doom they kept the spirits high Navigation impaired by the wrath of silence, their abominable gaiety and preposterous hopes were muted for eternity Life drained, flesh rotted, bones crumbled to dust, and the boat was filled with peaceful death Though without an inhabitant it still continues to drift towards a predesitned chaos Its calm trail behind disrupted by an impatient tranquility Its still path ahead disallows all animations with an unfluent time Yet it moves forward

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With a sunset stormed in all the evils A creeping temptation to abomination A swirling appeal to haphazardness Then came a wild night when i let things go An ordinary aberration from a chaotic junction An occasional stray from a lost path An intentional overlook of unscrupulous mischief A through misjudgment under ruthless predicaments With a sobering dawn i found myself A delusional justification for foreseen consequences An unconscientious injection of fleeting remedies A deliberate neglect for recurring failures A self-inflicted blindness to vindicate oneself from misery Then it is a calm morning Though i know that it is all in the history I cannot avoid the reappearing of the serene night Whose other side awaits the furious storm to shatter me down yet again

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Aug 14, 2018

Aug 14, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC

The night before the storm

With a sunset stormed in all the evils A creeping temptation to abomination A swirling appeal to haphazardness Then came a wild night when i let things go An ordinary aberration from a chaotic junction An occasional stray from a lost path An intentional overlook of unscrupulous mischief A through misjudgment under ruthless predicaments With a sobering dawn i found myself A delusional justification for foreseen consequences An unconscientious injection of fleeting remedies A deliberate neglect for recurring failures A self-inflicted blindness to vindicate oneself from misery Then it is a calm morning Though i know that it is all in the history I cannot avoid the reappearing of the serene night Whose other side awaits the furious storm to shatter me down yet again

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