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ContemplationThere are two roads I will not choose maybe then I will find peace if the gods will roar let them speak in the rain I am immune fear is a drop introspective my vision is far off where the will is not a slave to a man's madness I looked at a cross I smelt no incense the end of reasoning made no sense yet reprieve I require for this is sheer contemplation Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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