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Elegy of Shadows



In the shadows of loss, no will to survive,

A world so corrupt, it boggles the mind.

My own reflection, a sight unkind,

Religion's ruin, destroying all mankind.

Cloaked in darkness, no light to find,

Forgotten even by God, no hope to revive.


The bitter jest of life, I play my part,

A tragic role, with a broken heart.

The world is a stage, a script so venomous,

It shatters the soul, and destroys the spirit.

Alone in the crowd, I stand apart,

Abandoned in time to a path insidious.

Each memory a wound, each thought a scar,

A silent scream, heard from afar.

A phantom pain, a fading star.

The anthem of despair, a criminal stain,

Stranded in sorrow, no joy can remain,

Ensnared in existence, all hope is in vain.

Suffering is this, a somber tale of tears,

Every act a testament of wasted years.

My heart is in ruins, a cacophony of fears,

Only emptiness I feel, purpose disappearing.

Where once was joy, now only dread appears,

Trapped in time's torment, relentless and severe.


In life's cruel theater, I don my disguise,

A somber reverberation, a painful facade.

Laughter's cruel sting, concealed in my eyes,

Reflections of despair, in mind's dark universe.

Chained in the abyss of an endless curse,

A disenchanted soul, where hope goes to die.

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I am nothing more than a passing ghost through the dream you call life.

 

“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,

Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”

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