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[bodytext] => Hollow Standing alone on the world’s edge, He prayed for hours and hours, And there arrived a sage. I’ll give you a boon, he said, But, with it, a curse will be spread You will have no enemies, But neither will you have any love You will have no good memories, Neither will you have any casualties. Or, you can choose to have 1 love, But, with it, come a thousand enemies. The choice was not that tough. He didn’t choose love. ‘Life is hard’, he said, 1 more enemy, and he’d be dead He lived his life peacefully, But, the devil had other plans for him, painfully. Dante showed him a glimpse of love, One, he couldn’t have enough. He pleaded to the sage, I made a choice, please let me change The sage took pity…. ‘Have some love, have an identity’ The man happy and satisfied, Blindly walked past his demise. He got love, a lot of love But she soon left him And he sat there in disgust. The pain of a thousand enemies wasn’t even comparable to the sting of love. He was vulnerable, Too afraid to love, too afraid to trust. The devil laughed to his heart’s content The girl he loved was never content This is the reality of us humans, There is no love, there is no hate, Life is just an empty tunnel, leading to our empty fate. You will have no love, But neither will you have any enemies. You will have no good memories, Neither will you have any casualties. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Boldpen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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