Graphics by Justine Arriola
O, how stone-faced you seem, Hanging below a selfish dream, Dressed in lies, bathed in cries, Full of endless sighs. Yet you’re alone in the desert sands Drunk with delusion Veiled by your subjects of grain Hailing you as their oasis. And yet you wonder Why is the world so empty? Why is my heart so heavy?
Simple.
Peer in the mirror, I dare ye For there is a world lying in wait. One for its broken god to see, And one to make it free. Cast away your doubts. Find your piece. Only then can you sing the elegy Of inner peace.
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