Oh world! Oh love! Oh mind, my life's disordering disaster...
Oh universe! Oh pretty life! Am I the poet and the master?!
Am I a flower in the ashes? Am I a violet in poppy field?
The blackened sheep? The whitened crow?
Shall I not yield?
Shall i befall into the caring hands of loving poetry?
Live in despair, and in my youth die speaking truth, heroically?
Shall I take on the burden of the stone,
that crushed the souls of many?
Shall I awake the sleeping Arcanums of dawn?
Dispel a lie of many...
Would burning bright, like Polar star,
shine light and tear the grinning darkness?
Could words of mine, of pain and scars reveal the path through vile and heartless?
Oh world! Oh love! Oh mind... Disaster...
Oh universe! Oh pretty life! Am I the master?
Oh world! Oh love!
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