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Tormenting the Torments

In ages and ages hence,
In the mist of turmoil
Time may pass in trance
With little space to withdraw
The only and only chance
For me to live and die

If in any moment
This may come to an end
In time I may or may not
Cut myself from this scrutiny
That bent thy moral life
In this life so empty to take
...so worthless to save

Let time alone dictate
Let purpose alone,
Make this complexity glow
With great clearness
So I will and that I may
End this life
And cut the thread
Or stop the bleeding
And make this life no more...