The Plank

root - Posted on 28 August 2001


Complete emptiness I breathe standing

fast and straight, hard and beneath me.

Try self-walk the plank life ongoing,

day after day, night overwhelms me.

Straight I will stand getting harder.

Harder to maintained thy stance.

Ready man I had foreseen the makings

of this time, I exist with thyself making

my mind go insane inside an empty hole

of nothing and emptiness.

I muster how do they comprehend all of

this nothingness.

Standing fast I Foresee blackness and

Death. Unhappiness will sure to come

and push me toward the plank again.

It has been foretold and so it has been so.


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