Obsessively striving,
Trying to control that which is in perfect order.
Wandering about,
He scours the charnel grounds in search of he who was never lost.
Filled with nothing,
It paints a figure never seen,
On a canvas that never was.
At wits end,
This thirst is quenched in a lake of fire.
Obsessively striving…
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