It is a chronicle of Inconsequencial deliberations.

Like the colourless mist diminishing into eternity.

Like the sundial's arms trudging towards the disconsolate reality,

Or a dying amaranth set alight by the crackling inferno of agony.

It is a neverlasting symphony tinted with colouration from all the fragments of my heart.

Where all my Incarcerated sentiments held as the prisoner of my mind.

The lamp of erudition and amour and the silver lining

In this labyrinth of my undying faiths,

Viciously drowns in this ocean of my extinguished faiths.
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