In the function of folly

I gave up on myself today

The pain from my past

Just keeps eating my soul away

If I continue down this road

Diminishing returns are certain

Shall I follow the road made from the yellow brick?

And ask the man behind the curtain?

If you can no longer be inspired

Then you’ve ghosted your soul that is now pronounced dead

You must fight this egregious apathy

That runs deep within your weary head

The world is full of suffering

Mother Teresa once said

But it is also full of the overcoming of it

As this is the lesson that we must spread

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DCG