Morals

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 I search for something

Deep inside.

A journey behold,

Through the grave,

To pierce the heart,

To consume the soul.

Seek the tangent malevolence,

The heart so cold.

Substance quickly folds,

Spirits shy.

The deep abyss,

I implore to prowl,

Through the silhouettes that show,

Into the unknown.

Come slither beasts,

The vines dig deep.

The atrocious gift,

Raging by the sea.

The Horrid tease and weave,

Though bright 'tis dark

Create the need,

The need to weave,

To see the lying sea.

Trail behind,

But catch up fast,

The world is quick,

But the pursuer is cast,

Rueful to live,

Hard to bid the lie,

The forest within,

The heinous sacrifice.

Retreat if weak,

My immortal stone,

My heart won’t frail,

Banished alone.

My walls grow by the day,

But quickly deteriorates by age.

Fueling my morality. 

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