Each day I awake My eyes weary My bones that ache I am alive I realize Often to my surprise I close my just open eyes And ask under my breath The draught life has given me May it be a test? No There is no test No gods to pray to anymore I rise not to prosper I rise for there is no other offer You see I am not like others Torn from a branch cut too soon Each day I awake The moon swept away The sun now a gesture I nod I agree You have found me again So I will write my words Until the very end.
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