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XLIII - XLIV ( serries of poems from The Pit )
XLIII
Back to Prior's birth of nane
From whence such wae was not ;
To Nowhere's empty space inane -
Wherein thus of Inearth's rot .
O sweetest realm of Nothingness
From Lucid's inner sanctum Hell ,
Such of Life's impending Death
Thy Reaper's kiss befell .
XLIV
Hell within that bides each breath
Each moment's dismal hour long ;
Every sane of thought feeds Death -
Seethes the Reaper's morbid song !
The horridness of days and nights
In Lucid's sordid dreams awake ;
Sleep is nothing more then Death -
Wherein life forsakes .
This empty little space we dree
To Nanno's view of endless Death ;
Childhood's wae to Senescent's dust -
What then worth a single breath ?
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Back to Prior's birth of nane
From whence such wae was not ;
To Nowhere's empty space inane -
Wherein thus of Inearth's rot .
O sweetest realm of Nothingness
From Lucid's inner sanctum Hell ,
Such of Life's impending Death
Thy Reaper's kiss befell .
XLIV
Hell within that bides each breath
Each moment's dismal hour long ;
Every sane of thought feeds Death -
Seethes the Reaper's morbid song !
The horridness of days and nights
In Lucid's sordid dreams awake ;
Sleep is nothing more then Death -
Wherein life forsakes .
This empty little space we dree
To Nanno's view of endless Death ;
Childhood's wae to Senescent's dust -
What then worth a single breath ?
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XLIII - XLIV ( serries of poems from The Pit )
XLIII - XLIV ( serries of poems from The Pit )