Condemned Departure

From behind the dreary half moon;

Shedding fears so preposterous,

But all the music in the sky,

May as well go unheard;

For none can awaken me,

From an acquiescent drowsy trance.

Shallow waves of solitude,

Wash over me; but I,

Enthralled remain; and so does,

The deceptive world ahead.

Condemned for life to serve a purpose,

Labour fit to kill,

Just to procure cheap benefits,

Hymns are sung for the departed.

Ransacked hearts stay broken;

To never be mended again,

Conflict remains in the near and dear,

To never acquire a revered stance.


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