Bright yet so dark like the coal,
Seem found, yet lost in the deepest hole of death
My greatest fear of which disguisely, I solemnly sojourn with the enemy
Dinning with them that would grace my reddish fluid with joyous leak
A lesson learnt yet not alive to tell the tell
Like the vapor my soul fades away in the deep sunk tooth of the ones I delighted in
A journey so far but too short yet am not in my destination
The story of a lonely innocent soul.
As for the left behind
Give no trust but bury your heart in the knowledge of strength crowded with intense weakness
The jungle is for the strong yet the wise weak thrives in safety.
Trust is the costliest commodity but so easy to spend
The frivolous expense of trust bends the head to the mercy of the ghost
I rest in the pains of the bitter knowledge the beautiful ugly lesson
The jungle is really not for the weak.
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