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The Fear of Being and will not be forever (Other) by Prince of Void I was in the pursuit of happiness
But I found nothing yet in this seeming eternity
As day decays times show the changes of every chapters of my own doom
Am I still in my false vision?
Another day rises under moldering skin of my desires
it makes me feel the body of emptiness grows
Inside me and my illusion
If they call it despairs from my furry to this creation
let me call it a thing I am becoming it gradually
The despairs of recreating myself
The Sorrow of rebuilding a new world
The tears of a mystic lost in his doubts
The fears of being and will not be forever
The loneliness of all my suffering in my last solitude
Itâs all in my ultimate nothingness
Up the ladder:
Wretch
Down the ladder:
Fly
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Posted: January 6, 2005 2:03 PM PST; Last modified: January 6, 2005 2:03 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.8013287 Overall Rank: 11179 Comments:
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daggatolar @ 80.179.102.34
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7-Jan-05/6:29 AM
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we are eternally condemned by itself to nothingness, and for this we need not hold our selves in pain and agony over this since before death we all are helpless, but least that death is incapable of taking away from us is LIFE,lets live it in full and in meaning to make the world a better place , indeed to "REBUILDING A NEW WORLD"for the whole of humanity , this for me is my poem....
Some of these lines don't make sense at all...might want to edit some of your grammar and "fury" is with one "r"...
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