The Journey Toward

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It comes and it goes
the shadow who knows.
Sitting and waiting
eager eyes baiting.

The torment of a soul

for the man on the grassy knoll.
It makes no sense
without true recompense,
to suffer in vain
whilst the mind goes insane.

Fear not the scourge

for it is an idle whip,
bested by, the quickest quip.

Long do I

for the days of old,
riding in, my chariot of gold.

Go on we do

like children in the zoo,
salvation found, 
the light inbound.

A taste of bliss

delivered in every kiss.
A moment in the sun,
afforded everyone.







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