The hallways narrow stretch along
Amany doors, heavy and locked
A suitable prison, to which I belong
With any passage but windows blocked
And I am imprisoned within
I´m not alone
Let alone with my thoughts
And the strangers away from my reach
But the strangest who attends me
Is the only one I can speak
During day I may wander
Through the halls of the wing
From one locked door to another
Until sunset begins
Then I may granted visits
Of my warden and host
With conversations and matters
Concerning me most
For I can´t but think and ponder
About this evil true intends
That means naught but death to me
My love and friends
God help me,
For I have been used
My own hands have set free
The devil to the world
And the truth will die with me
Apr 14, 2022
Apr 14, 2022 at 6:13 PM UTC
The hallways narrow stretch along
Amany doors, heavy and locked
A suitable prison, to which I belong
With any passage but windows blocked
And I am imprisoned within
I´m not alone
Let alone with my thoughts
And the strangers away from my reach
But the strangest who attends me
Is the only one I can speak
During day I may wander
Through the halls of the wing
From one locked door to another
Until sunset begins
Then I may granted visits
Of my warden and host
With conversations and matters
Concerning me most
For I can´t but think and ponder
About this evil true intends
That means naught but death to me
My love and friends
God help me,
For I have been used
My own hands have set free
The devil to the world
And the truth will die with me
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