Sometimes life seems a stranger,
and all hope is lost.
Constant hostile human danger-
suffering agony and misery.
Alone atop a mountain,
your are time's sole host.
Wanting and awaiting
Satan or the Holy Ghost.
Life revolves in circles
through dimensions door to door.
You are the prime potential
for the willful, wanton whore!

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