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XIII (series of poems from The Pit)
XIII
And thus another one more Death
A senseless waste of Merriment's breath ,
That viewed and strolled around in vain
Within a sphere of dearth and pain !
And all within one thought , a sigh !
Its just a single day - to die .
Why O why from nothingness bled
To Inearth's dark and Dismal's bed ,
And thus to rot in Nowhere's nane
From Prior's black to Nascent's bane ,
For not one Moment's view was true
When all Perception's breath is through ,
For too many hopeless thoughts abide
It matters not - thou died !
And thus another one more Death
A senseless waste of Merriment's breath ,
That viewed and strolled around in vain
Within a sphere of dearth and pain !
And all within one thought , a sigh !
Its just a single day - to die .
Why O why from nothingness bled
To Inearth's dark and Dismal's bed ,
And thus to rot in Nowhere's nane
From Prior's black to Nascent's bane ,
For not one Moment's view was true
When all Perception's breath is through ,
For too many hopeless thoughts abide
It matters not - thou died !
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XIII (series of poems from The Pit)
XIII (series of poems from The Pit)
