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Lost in the trunk of the great tree of limbo,

sadly waiting for my time to rise beyond.

Eons pass while I see others climb the limbs,

passing me by while I smell the stench of death.



Those above me can see that which I cannot,

that promised world of peace, love and warmth.

While I meld with my suffering and surroundings,

wishing I had lead a better life before passing on.



I persevere with these multitude of lost souls,

standing in time waiting for penance to be paid.

Till that time when I may rise above the others,

and see the wonder of which I can only dream.