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As I ponder these words aloud
You shall hear the boy cry
In restless anger, he finds none
In pursuit, he covets the truth
Death of the mind
Freedom of the soul
Manipulation of the known
Interpretation of the imagination
Religion, no cause of war
Only fights, ceasing to end
Only doves, never to soar
Whose guidance may they depend?
God, for how much longer?
How long will you sit silently?
How long will you awake fearfully?
How long will you let us suffer?
Is there no resolution to my dismay
As my body decays, through days and days
I often ask to whom I speak?
An echo revolving indefinitely
I refer to you as "you"
Yet I know "you" don't exist
Formality for the delusional makes
I, the delusioned
My last words set in stone
"With vicious animosity, I seek
With vengeful truth, I return
Without regrets, I mournfully cry
I, myself, control my own"
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