I travel here, alone, seeking wisdom, solace from the present world. I see the light beyond, but it doesn’t touch me here. If I bow to this columned strength, will you help? If I beg and plead will you right these wrongs? I have exhausted my prayers, spent my dreams, even coddled the oppressors, but to no end, and yet, I once again implore–end this strife.


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