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In the void of the darkness
I envelope my being in itís whole
the only escape from my hell
is in the closure of the eyes of my soul.

I feel the natureís fury
the rains, the floods, and storms;
the conjuring force of the elements
tears the fabric of my form.

A life in search of purpose
to find something lifeís worth.
Only finding comfort,
in the arrival of deathís birth.

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