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ON THE OUTSIDE
It's dark and cold out here
The streets are wet and cobbled
The gas lamps, dimly shine
I sit alone, yet I am surrounded
By many, the souless animals
The damp mist, tingling envelopes
My body, my soul remains hidden
Lonely, a brave individual
I peer into the warm lit windows
Of the stone cottages
Many people are laughing happily
Secure, detached from reality
By transcending beliefs
And in each little window, the
Opinion of righteousness is different
Silently distorted, softly spoken
Sin surrounds them
But they are safe
Wallowing in the warmth
Of what is good
Around me, still, sit the souless
Animals, I mingle with them
I am not part of the lighted rooms
I sit with the darkness
I shall remain here
Amongst the innocence
For I will not cover my guilt
With a religious opinion
Instead I shall look into the
Glistening eyes of the tiny stray
Dog beside me, and shall cleanse
My soul by remaining with the pure. |
