Comfort, fear in destiny,

Which would be the way chosen?

For nobody can disagree

That words above were spoken

To set paths in platinum,

To set our pain in bedrock,

Trials can't be misbecome

Pandora's box is unlocked.

A cycle, wheel unbeknown

A mist remaining unseen

Can't be changed or overthrown

I wrestle always between

Faith, fear, life or quietus,

A way out of the blackness,

It's either a boletus

Or something causing sickness.

On the flipside, terrible

Happenings yield promise,

Of a future overfull

With joy to fill the abyss.

Greater is understanding

That there is one powerful

Enough to stop suffering

Someday, forever annulled.

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