A Dismal Feast

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A Dismal Feast

The insane dismay of the veiled truth
When everything is shattering under the pressure of the infamous time
None can claim a beloved treasure
Except for the cathartic destruction of material essence
A dismal feast of desires and intuitions
Slowly, enduring anguish penetrates the wandering souls
A sublime soft pain tears every spirit into infinite and eternal fragments
In a perpetual motion that invariably affects the universal peace
A metaphorical lullaby of bliss and pain awakes all the luminaries
Inducing an ecstatic joy and an immortal stillness of the unconsciousness.
Esther Elizabeth Racah

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