The destroyer waits in all of us.
Some never know the black night
When all of joy and love is lost beyond remembering.
Yet some wander into that murky darkening,
Never to return.
Others, blindly searching
From some other world, more perfect,
Stumble into that abyss of ever hate and fear
Only to quake, shivering into sanity shuddering?
When kind fate lifts twilight mists
To reveal the mirror of hell—
The image of what we can become.
If we have seen the hell we are,
If we find hell within ourselves,
Can we not perhaps find here, too,
The door to paradise?
May we not find there, perhaps.
The door to paradise?
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