The feeling of misery Made to believe all these happens for a reason Birth, growth and death, all mystery Pray for us, oh great deacon Sitting here, thinking, all teary Need a focus, direction, a beacon Laughter seems like a strange concept Every inch devoid of hope, joy Smile, I hold thee in contempt Floating in the sea of hatred, anger the bout Happiness, joy and love all loose meaning Laughter, smile obvious in the face of enemy To witness the downfall all they are dreaming But this is not the destiny That was promised: A life of greater things, Is assured, but achieving this requires great patience. For when the time comes The ecstasy will last forever
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