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Malady O Malady


I wish I wish
To fathom this malady
As strange as it has been.
Not I understand it's nature,
It's cure,
It is kind of serene.

This madness that prevail
As I close my eyes,
Or I step simply,
Into the void of creations.
Do I truly understand it?
Think I not I do.

Malady oh Malady
Tell me who you are.
Tell me why you sought me.
Know I must as I know
Escape there is none
Once that you have caught me.

Stop I cannot once the void calls.
I am a soldier bound to duty.
Visit I must for I crave,
The dark walls of nothingness.
They lie in wait as I approach
Like a venomous snake silently.

He is restless that he is
Me pencil.
The snake gently approaches
He has already bit me.
Glistens like a polished glass her slithering body of length quite long
I see my face in the reflection that it makes as it comes forth to engulf me.

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