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Confusion
again pollutes my mind, Is
it over? What did I find? How
will I escape from this bind? I
struggle to fight up to the surface, While
trying to breathe my only purpose. I
have no beginning: motherless, birthless. The
walls that encompassed my little life came crumbling down, Crushing
the peasants, crushing the town. A rumble, then not a sound.
But
what is the meaning of these things that were? The
question attaches to my mind like a burr, While the gears in my brain begin to whirr.
Upside-down,
right-side up, black, now white, My
confusion struggles, and begins to fight My
sanity, which is in a sorry plight Because
I am not able To
consider and label The
cards on the table, Which
either signify my demise Or
award to me a prize Of
knowledge which will open my eyes To
the state my life is in And
I will explain to me once again What
I need to conquer this sin That again pollutes my mind.
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