There is a pain inside my soul
That beats like a metronome!
Where all the world's merely a stage;
Death, is the final home.
Rage! Grief! Walls of eternity! Despair!
Memory's poniard, so many dear are there!
Shh! Doth not each footstep cling
Like flotsam from a stream
Where all consciousness 'tis but dream?
'Tis the 'hubris of eternity'.
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