I’m plagued by the vision,
cursed by the light,
and shunned by the welcoming hand of God.
Mine is a desolate trek.
a path of blind hate and consuming love.
a voyage full of sound and fury and nothing else.
a blind resolute voyage to nowhere,
yearning to arrive to the end of all this being.
The roads are paved in pain and are all mine.
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