The God's Cruel Jest
The Gods' Cruel Jest The gods, in their wisdom, whispered lies, Turned my thoughts into stormy skies. Madness they gave as a bitter gift, A mind adrift, with no anchor to lift. At the peak of reason, they laughed and fled, Leaving me tangled in webs I’d spread. The path I walked was mine to choose, Yet in their game, I was meant to lose. Oh, folly, how sweetly you danced in my head, Guiding my steps to where reason had bled. The brink of ruin, a step away, As shadows consumed the light of day. In the mirror, I see the gods’ cruel jest, A soul unmoored by madness possessed. But in this storm, a truth is born: To rise anew, one must be torn. For when the gods seek to destroy, They first offer madness as their ploy. But from the ashes of such despair, I’...
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