By sorrowful waters I have long dwelt.
By the rushing of winds is where I have made my abiding place.
Turbulent ground, where ones bones turn to dust, is where I walk.
I know naught of the path I am taking, and ere I reach the end, I feel my doom is nigh.
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I thought I could put it off, yet it is fast approaching. I have been fooled by the delusional idea of waxing control, when in reality my strength wanes. Especially enjoyed those lines. Nice work.