The time had come to start his quest.
This journey would be the final test.
Past body and mind, he値l go without rest,
Into his soul to overthrow the pest,
Self doubt and loathing, never feeling blessed.
Fighting to regain control, since his faults he痴 confessed,
He値l travel, nonstop, until his oppressor is oppressed.















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"Religion used to try,
That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,"
From: Philip Larkin's "Aubade"
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