Haven't you heard of the portal?
It strengthens and broadens your brain,
Unfamiliar and vacant it stands;
Rough and omitted terrain.
O, hast thou not heard it is beautiful there?
Canst thee not ponder thy mind?
Yes, indeed, I may do as I please,
But I simply do not wish to find.
Lo, the angels, they all do exist there!
Come with us and surely you'll see!
Invested in me I can go,
But I simply do not wish to see.
Now now, be sensible,
Lord knows it is near.
The sound of the harp is closer,
The sound of the harp is clear.
Is something of thy mind displeasing you?
Can you not shed but a tear?
I am aware that I may but listen,
But I simply do not wish to hear.
I see you have chosen your path now,
I see you do not want to know,
Yes the truth may lie not too far now,
I just simply do not wish to go.
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Between the lines || poetry
Poesíasome poetry. It's probably traaaaaaaaaaaaaayush. Whatever. A lot of it is about death. idk why tho
