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Sitting in my room

tormented by a thought so gloom

death ghouls and ghosts of old

put me in a terrifying hold

while struggling I scream

now their eyes like a light beam

seem to be

zooming in my soul

examining me and lo

I head sounds of laughter from thee

evil laughter that makes my ears bleed

A voice speaks and says "whats keeps you so late?"

I respond, in anguish, "I cannot control me fate"

the voice respeaks and says "what keeps you from joy?"

I say " I am only a boy"

Soon the voice said again

"everyone has joy..it never ends!"

I said to the voice

and I remembered it clearly

My tongue felt dry yet moist

I said ,fearly, "If the joy never ends there would be no room for compassion, if the joy never ends there be no room for sadness"

if the joy never ends

if only

if only

the joy never ended



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