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Fury braced the soul cannot take rest.
Bound in bitterness it does retreat
Within a world of woe and great distress
And sorrows which the mind cannot defeat.
And like a ship that crashed upon a reef
Wave battered, smashed and torn til nothing's left
The mind does lose its sanctity through grief.
What of health and wholeness? All's bereft.
While doctors search for answers chemical
And soberly discuss the neuron clumps
The soul's a ghost an empty shell, a hull,
Abyss-lost, disappeared, a black hole dump.
Oh God! Have mercy on this darkened state.
Dear God! Shine love and light upon this fate.
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