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The long bleak halls that bear surprise, of mirrored shadows' invisible eyes; Cast visions that will soon repent, from illusive dreams' opaque fragments. The drafty corridors in frigid cold, where icy shards loom large and bold; A mansion where no one knows his place, exuding its echoes from time and space. Perhaps the wayward hours will appear, holding to account these walls of fear; While they search for evil's antidote, the complexity of answers remain remote. Yet hopeful images still seem at play, as smiles overshadow those paths of gray; Conquered souls are willed to start anew, when destiny's light shines into view. As witness to evolving notions here, once the winding road becomes so clear; Are glorified by heaven's pearly gate, from captivated souls consumed with faith.
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
Corridors Of Hope
The long bleak halls that bear surprise, of mirrored shadows' invisible eyes; Cast visions that will soon repent, from illusive dreams' opaque fragments. The drafty corridors in frigid cold, where icy shards loom large and bold; A mansion where no one knows his place, exuding its echoes from time and space. Perhaps the wayward hours will appear, holding to account these walls of fear; While they search for evil's antidote, the complexity of answers remain remote. Yet hopeful images still seem at play, as smiles overshadow those paths of gray; Conquered souls are willed to start anew, when destiny's light shines into view. As witness to evolving notions here, once the winding road becomes so clear; Are glorified by heaven's pearly gate, from captivated souls consumed with faith.
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
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