Throughout a lifetime, placid and still,
Each thoughtful moment, has now become ill.
Time spent with nature,a healing delight,
Cold hearted murder,which appeared to be right.
Death for reasons, that can't be denied,
Mixed in peace, harmony, untried.
The eye of the storm, calm incarnate,
Stray just a little, and out floods the hate.
Hold tight to truth, it is what you are,
Visions of madness, did they come from afar?
An inner being, you recognise self,
Sideline it to nowhere, back of the shelf.
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