I desperately long to find a place of rest.
At long last to lay my tired head -
Weary with a frantic pain,
Manic from this heavy yoke.
Like an old diviner my heart projects -
A mass of fear, worry, doubt, and shame.
I tremble, boil, and bubble over.
My burning eyes burst inside my pounding skull.
And I realize how far I must still go -
How disheartening this length of life,
This prolonged panic.
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My favorite in the series, it perfectly describes the pain and suffering that the kingdom of hell is. A must listen for anyone who is willing to take a journey down to the depths of their darkest emotions. Rubber Forms Survive