I walk on,
carrying my cross, my stone, my burden
slogging through endless mire,
ever deeper
but i walk on
death would be a welcome release,
a rest from my endless task
ever harder
still i walk on
deeper and deeper into this horrid land
up to my neck in sludge
ever filthier
and yet i walk on
over my head, now the sun is gone,
no lights to lead the way
ever darker
walking one walking on
i beg for release, for rest ans i suffocate
in over my head for so long now, and no one notices
ever unseen
I walk on
though i so badly wish to rest
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