Depths of Depression

As I stand alone on this cursed earth
No worthy companion, no sun, no mirth
A lone ranger with a soul full
Of hatred, of anger for a stupid fool.

A fool no less a monster, a beast,
A devil I'm never with at ease.
A puny tool of Saturn's hell
Steeped deep in the dark force's shell.

Oh how I hateth thee, thy figure, thy will.
Oh how I loathe thy damned skill
Of belittling, of battering my poor soul
Leaving me mourning for salvation in the bitter cold.

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Life promises of goodness, richness and health
Laden with the fruits of golden wealth
Filled with tender memories of the past
With which to behold in the minute of last

But oh, what a lie of loathsome deceit
Life is but a shadow of hell
With no bright candles to be lit
For die must we and die we shall

NB: I wrote these in J1. As U can see it's rather bleak and grim. It wasn't exactly my sunshine period.

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