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What do I truly see outside my comfort zone?
All shadows of the millennium grace the land.
I tried to claim myself in moments to be one.
But all my riches and soul will be given by hand.

Human is his Name. And he is loved by all.
Perhaps I wanna understand how he is to the world.
For if man was created by the gracious one in the sky,
Then maybe it's all just one day condensed by the gracious.

It is here that the guardians will want to take flight
And proclaim a new world order and eternal monarchy.
But one hypothesis remains planted and sown in my mind,
Am I him or do I look like him? The son of the Almighty gracious.

I can fulfil miracles and promises that no one could.
I can provide food and support for those who are near
Death or final disappearance from the soil. So I can join.
Join the ranks of men as people still compare me to him.

Perhaps there is no doubt that I'm someone willing
And able to at least take on the responsibility set by those
Who came before me, along with my forefathers? Such
Questions are never answered but demonstrated by us.

But wait. Who am I to compare and assume that my
Is status always changing for the better? What am I truly
Becoming? Is this truly better for me? Silence descends and
My question is only half answered. I am not. I am not like him
Ethan Ddungu Jun 25
Alone. Just alone.
No matter how much
I ignore it. It is always
The same.

The sun's life sets
In the grand azure above,
I am preparing to make a journey.
Sleeping in a coffin. Alone.

Pallbearers from my past
And my present carried me
Away for my last chapter.

The time. 3:25 pm.
The time I left this world.
The time to fly high.
The time I made family
In the eternal azure.

At 11:11 am.
My last chapter
It will start to form.
11 days. 2500km.
And a retired dream.

The sorrowful eternity
Covers the land with
His Mist so the sun
Can die.

I reached a museum.
The museum where
I would lie alongside
The millions of relics
That symbolised man.

7 days have passed since
The Great Joy of Sorrow
Took me home. It can compare
With what the world says about me.
A mixed legacy.

In life,
My stories enchanted
Filled with history and purpose.

With death,
It is a brand new way of life
Filling the land with a tide
Of darkness.

2 days to the grand summit.
Spending time observing
The relics that show my life
As a fundamental story.

Tomorrow.
My life will be remembered
Along with legends
Of eternal fame.
Stories were told.
A life was played out.
And a monument will be ready.

Silence Society. Prepare the grave.
The Grand Summit is here.
The Royal procession leads me
To the one place I truly call home.
Time to go.

Where were my wife and kids?
The wife I had was pure poetry
And my kids were the words
That went to live in the World.

This is the last of Earth
I am content.
I found peace.
Goodbye, world.
I am leaving.
Leaving by Ethan Ddungu

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