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The Past Horrors,

And now Chaos,

Followed by Angst,

Fixed by Lies,

And then, False brief relief,

That escorts throes;

And,

The throes endured by father,

for the son,

turn out to be,

The Past horrors
In the Path of Truth, I encountered untruth,

Had not You Showered Your Love,
To my Dismay, I would've Perished!

In this Desert, full of Mirages,
To get some Solace, I need SOLITUDE

With this entreaty, I Complete my Word,
I'm Empty, Bless me with You!

— The End —