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Six months of silence
A year (or more) since our last conversation.
I’ve seen the cold, cruel clutch of death before
but this time,
Where once a purpose lay,
solid on our path,
Now hope – that dastardly word,
four letters that rule kingdoms
and allow slavery to continue.
Hope ceases to be,
Hope has no purpose here.
Hope is worse than god,
Hope takes our lives
and gives nothing in return.
Where once a solid path
led us over the hills
Now it’s crumbled,
it’s signs have fallen.
Hills have become mountains,
valleys filled with the raging tears of hope,
It’s warmth disappearing over falls
onto the cold
Worn smooth from years
of torment gushing over them
Leaving a rock, too,
of ever becoming
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