Keep your gods close at hand
no matter what the world may plan
lest you lose stability
in the storm of life's conflicts

that compass pointing to the path
to find the groove that directs life
towards a goal meant for one
no matter how many are displayed

by other souls seeking peace
as the walls constrict around
starving light from the sky
while the pits cry for blood

in this mix I struggled on
lost in the haze without resort
to the pillars that could hold
my trembling heart above the gloom

imagination now remains
conjecturing realms of sanity
don't **** the gods for release
they too ask why this should be.

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