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Through thousands of storms Through bitter winds and snow Through distant foreign lands where few are known to go Through abattoirs that house rotting flesh and swarming flies I travel ever forward, for I will not be denied I'll brave Hades where tortured souls wish for brief respite Fabled Fields of Elysium? I will not spend a night I'll be not seduced by pleasure, tarried not by pain Nothing will deter me I travel not in vain So still I journey onward Through dark valleys where but shadows lie Through unforgiving deserts Parched by endless summer sky I wade through lifeless sloughs that would persuade one to resign Though not one on a journey of as great import as mine Beyond the words oft spoken By those who would be heard For every word's a prejudice and I will not be deterred Holy texts and ancient tomes seem to me devices To make a man forget his way and lure him into vices And the aftermath of entropy All creation's derogation Tells me my journey's at an end I've reached my destination Standing face to face with God I know I'd best not linger Unto Heaven I raise my fist Extending my middle finger
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Feb 12, 2022
Feb 12, 2022 at 12:49 PM UTC
Good Job
Through thousands of storms Through bitter winds and snow Through distant foreign lands where few are known to go Through abattoirs that house rotting flesh and swarming flies I travel ever forward, for I will not be denied I'll brave Hades where tortured souls wish for brief respite Fabled Fields of Elysium? I will not spend a night I'll be not seduced by pleasure, tarried not by pain Nothing will deter me I travel not in vain So still I journey onward Through dark valleys where but shadows lie Through unforgiving deserts Parched by endless summer sky I wade through lifeless sloughs that would persuade one to resign Though not one on a journey of as great import as mine Beyond the words oft spoken By those who would be heard For every word's a prejudice and I will not be deterred Holy texts and ancient tomes seem to me devices To make a man forget his way and lure him into vices And the aftermath of entropy All creation's derogation Tells me my journey's at an end I've reached my destination Standing face to face with God I know I'd best not linger Unto Heaven I raise my fist Extending my middle finger
Inspired by the Biblical Book of Job.
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INTPJ
38/M/Jerusalem
Feb 12, 2022
Feb 12, 2022 at 12:49 PM UTC
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