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This world we live in,
so full of hatred and evil.
In a life of cruel vicissitudes,
scorching the soul with pain and sorrow.
My Heart yearns for something, but its identity eludes me,
Perhaps on day I will find it,
or maybe not.
Still the mystery of the universe confounds my sense,
such an astonishing broth of beauty and terror,
mixed with a potent assortment of wickedness and a miserable teaspoon of succor.
The fragrant-stench of its aroma, arouses the hunger in my bleeding heart.
I yearn for the answers to such an elaborate puzzle,
A curious mind has I, an untamed mind I possess, but the answers I hold not, [not sure if I ever will]
The wind of mysteries tug at the sails of my heart,
hoist my sails I should,
but where would it take me?
Where does this current flow?
Off, I go!
Oh! How the wind whispers, I think i hear a faint voice saying "There goes another lost soul to his doom" or maybe I didn't,
who knows? Maybe, just maybe I will find that which my bleeding heart heal.