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i stood in the middle of two realms
one, peaceful and quiet– a realm many were in
another– a realm no one would want to be part of
both realms rejected me

the first realm was what anyone would call heaven
full of joy, laughter, success, victory and no one ever frowned
the second realm was one which no man would want to associate with
full of corruption, anger, despair and death


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