What Waits
Not as young as I look,
not as old as I feel.
My mind’s circuits cinders
My soul’s wounds won’t heal.
Heartache cuts bone deep
Hindsight hinders sleep
I sold my soul
to The Devil to keep.
Those who’ve wronged me
have been wronged in kind.
An eye for an eye
hath left the lot of us blind.
Cautionary tales
parables that time proved true
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the sages’ psalms, and pundits’ proverbs
I hardened my heart to.
Too many sides
to every story.
To the moral victor
Rarely goes the glory.
We all owe a death
We’re all born with that debt;
Yet, none know what waits,
Heaven’s gates, or Styx’s straits?
All hope abdicated,
The sands of time vitiated.
A void never satiated;
A fate worse-than-death,
divinely fated.
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