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Caved In


As we make the descent downward, souls are

Dropped into their caves—their own personal

Enclosures which leave them vulnerable

 

To their own insecurities and faults.

Image, relationships—the corrupters

Make us believe it is our fault. Is it?

 

Those who doubt are dropped down next, with those who

Reap without ever sowing. Those with the

Abundance of power are dropped here too—

 

But they are not the souls to focus on.

‘Tis the final level, where one’s strive for

Togetherness stacks them against power

 

And even with the best intentions, they

Suffer the most. More often than not, the

Ones to suffer, just wanted to do good.

 
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