What if this world is the prison world,
and instead of hating and dismissing all its evil
and its absurdities,
we fell into a trench where we lost our pains in our dreams
and comfortably found joy in our own hell, found peace in oursuffering, in this hell
where we are the fallen,
Fighting for redemption, constantly fightingfor forgiveness.
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