I often wonder, when will we ever escape the buried
evils of past horrors.
For I could shovel for days without count, and never
reach the depths of injustice.
Only to look up and realize, it will take longer to climb
out of a whole so deep.
King Suspire
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life
I often wonder, when will we ever escape the buried
evils of past horrors.
For I could shovel for days without count, and never
reach the depths of injustice.
Only to look up and realize, it will take longer to climb
out of a whole so deep.
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