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When All is Grown

When the world
Was a castle
Papa was a giant
Mama was mahogany
Uncle was a monster
When the world
Was a monster

When the world
Began enclosing
Becoming smaller
Papa no longer carried me
Mama no longer pampered me
The house walls
Cringed on me
The roof caressed my skull

My emotions
Began confusing
My feelings
Started digressing
My thoughts
Spiralling between
Hades and Paradise

Now the world
Is in my hands
Blackness at sight
Ebony a vision
Agony at par
Wrath within
And nothing
Is of worth
Other than
Death.

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