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Often times i try to sleep and all i do is ponder.

Refusing to pursue a wink my mind begins to wander.

My medulla uses up and chooses what it pleases.

Side effects of sleeplessness released with sewage feces.

Then occasions come that shed some light on certain things.

Pulling back the veiled attempts of sight on curtain rings.

This is when i do my deepest thinking and inspecting.

Into the abyss i keep on sinking and reflecting.

Other nights i stay awake with vivid recollections.

Reminiscing on the past i visit resurrections.

Dear departed friends who once had shared a special wait.

We shall meet again when Im prepared to wrestle fate.

Though i too acknowledge no control of my ascent,

I can only hope to grope the goal that i prevent.

Focused on the fullness of a glass as my distraction.

Hopelessness unfolded and it stole my satisfaction.

After every loss that i endured had left a lesson,

And each successive cost i had incurred, a tested question.

All alone inside I stood supported by the hunger.

Calling though I cried as I was thwarted by the thunder.

Answers from above I waited patiently to hear,

All along the love was stated blatantly and clear.

So in turn i rose and wiped the soil from my suit.

Slowly burned the foes who liked to spoil my pursuit.

Made my wary pilgrimage to cast away exemption. 

Saved the very children who at last had gave redemption.

Silenced all intruders with the shadow of my crown.

Slided sword as scabbard fell and rattled to the ground.

Drew the windows shut and locked the doors of their escape.

Slew the hordes and threw them toward the shores of mortal fate.

Glided through the hall and plunged my blade into survivors.

Strided tall and gave a call to summon forth the scribers.

Mustered up discussion of mistrust I must have known.

Clutched the once corrupted stone entrusted to this throne.

My entire kingdom beaming eyes and child screaming.

When suddenly i wake and realize that i was dreaming.