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"Heart of Darkness" Joseph Conrad


Through the eyes of Marlow Deep in the African Congo The adventure into ecstasy Turns violently awry Raping and plundering oh my The colonial soldiers take what they will And for thrill they kill, like exterminators at play But Marlow knows not the right way For life is a question between good and evil Alas, but to judge the level of good Evil mustn’t be first misunderstood And so madness is the result With great tumult and hypocrisy The colonials’ veneer appears innocuously Claiming the immoral moral Like an oral devil While others embrace their inner rebel Indeed Kurtz, the antithetical white sepulcher Makes no evil within too obscure without And so an absurd fog like a drought Takes Marlow to a wilderness With featureless people Who’s features feature only evil Yet still undefined The refined truth begs the question why And upon a mountain how high One might be willing to go To know the experiences they seek In the wake of worlds so bleak Is it not in the end Merely a friend that relays The truth of one’s ways And of mysterious enigma That stigma in the head That life is dead And that good and that evil With primeval swords we test Remains forever abreast The infinite wisdom of the absurd Taking like a bird in flight Giant leaps into the air Only to find that nothing is there But the darkness that looms And forever consumes within Be that the origin of sin Undying and forever The darkness never wanes
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