The Mountain To Overcome [Pt. 1]
Reclused by will,
exiled from my guilt.
wandering at the foot
of Dante's hill.
The rocky steps
wind down the gloomy depth.
The silent cries echo
their own gloomy death.
Climbing in the dark,
my notions now transfix,
they calm my fevered mind
and tell my shame to disembark.
My eyes are open wide
each time i rise out of misery.
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