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My World
This world, in here is made of barriers and codes
and is a maze of cryptograms and endless roads
Last time I checked the clocks, in here, are numbered by years
My time is stored in Eternity's vault
My life, said one, has become a riddle
This would I navigate is full of mazes
It took its design from old labyrinths
Its architects are not friends
I got stung by their venomous stings
The reason for my world of pain!
This world, they made me adopt
is not really what it seems
Though I am filled with hopes
Justice has not been served to me
I await for one with a fair conscience
beyond the conspiracies of jurisprudence
This world I breathe in,
takes a shape of its own
All my chances, to pieces, have been blown
and my bridges burned
I've been told by a judge
But I dreamed that there is a Isthmus to the real world!
Childeric Maxy #332930
100 Corrections Drive
Stanley, WI 54768-6500
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