26 November 2011
'Bear we headings on the wrong course?' spoke I.
For naught does the sun shine,
nor the moon guide through the night.
Only blackness assails us from every side,
and waters pitch where monsters stir below.
Enter now my mind.
Caught in a vortex of madness and desire,
seeking refuge where there seems none.
Dying to live, living to die;
which comes first shall win this day.
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