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 May 22 Edmund black
HOPE
never stops,
it carries on,
and on,
and on,

It becomes so transparent,
even when perfectly hidden,
there's never a perfect moment.
 Apr 5 Edmund black
Kaley
I feel a knock at the door
A piece of my wandering soul

A tug
A war

A slip in a knot

My clouded Judgment
Is no more
I am nothing but a silent darkness,
Unheard and unseen, I wish to never return
Even when I leave, there's nothing to feel
Even then, I leave with no joy or glee;

I've been existing in Sheol alone,
The place of unjudged and abandoned,
Even God doesn't shine his light here,
I have been praying into the void;

No matter how or why I move,
I'm always where I was,
I am both Sisyphus and Hades,
The condemned and the executioner;

One fine day, the weight will do it's duty,
The human form is delightfully mortal,
The comedy finally completed,
Sheol will be empty and judged.
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