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When will it end?
When is the last chapter written?
When will both knees I bend?
When will I lose what’s given
When would the voices stop?
When would these visions cease
When will the morning drop?
When will the nightmares ease?
When will all monsters sleep?
When will wise words I’ll heed?
When will good deeds I reap?
When will this soul is freed?
Regardless how, or when and where
I know one day, that I will be there.

©FAT 2019