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Unending Agony

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It's a blizzard.
I'm in it.
I will die,
in the blizzard.

But the moments
Left to me,
Threaten to engulf me.
These moments.

Do prayers work?
Why don't mine?
Am I that bad?
Please prayers, work.

I do not know,
Why it's me.
Why now?
Do you know?

It is the end.
The departure awaits.
I hear the bell,
Signalling the end.

Why am I,
Worse? Much worse?
Turn back the clock
of time, wish I.

But it can't be done.
It's over, it's gone.
Darkness has won.
What's done is done.

Hoping is futile.
Yet my prayers don't cease.
Attack after painful attack.
Resistance is futile.

So I submit.
Surrender. Give up.
It's been so long.
I just submit.

 

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