The Cycle - Poem by Lux Lator
One day you will exit,
the hearty comfort of your home.
From here to the end of the Earth,
you are cursed to forever roam.
Lost within the melodies of Time,
Within the graceful songs you shall find,
the key to end your suffering.
The lock that which holds your heart,
your joy, your misery,
will now come apart.
Floating, drifting, forever at peace.
Hoping that the cycle will never proceed.
The joy you feel will never be eternal,
for one day, within time,
you will once again experience the infernal.
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