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Anonymous M Nov 2020
The promise Paradise
Something not apparent before my eyes
Some place, under tranquil skies
Where, hopefully,
In endless bliss time flies.

In the strong, protecting hands
Of the Father of all lands,
In the heart of lulling mercy
Of the Mother of all who wish, to be free.

Hand in hand with the ones you sought
With an unexplained longing to be with.

Why oh why does this vision elude me,
Am i not one desiring to be free?
Why oh why would i seek paradise on earth?
Where everything ends, and begins
With the play of death and birth!

Why oh why would i seek out the people of my heart?
Only to laugh and cry and,
Eventually, be torn apart?

Why oh why does this vision elude me?
The promise of paradise
Where i'll finally be me.

— The End —