In darkness and blackness
In a suffering womb
I cry out in thought
my time will be soon
My time will cease here
I know I must go
But to where for certain
I do not know
In toil of growth
my world grew small
Retaining a fear
the loss of it all
Unkown Knowledge
afore where I came
Still to come fear
of something the same
Where will I go
What will I gain
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