Confinement of the Ages

Oh the suffering of confinement.

With little sympathy for the soul;

One might seek new alignment,

Be it pure as light or dark as coal.

What is this treachery of which I speak?

A question most admirably posed,

But only answered with a shriek.

The truth too great – If only I were predisposed.

Oh, the torture of everlasting pain,

the headache of time too slow,

To know nothing of future gain;

This is the path that I must follow…

For future endeavors, I must persist!

Ah, forget it, class dismissed.

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