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The Last Song

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When the last song is sung, nothing is denied—not love, not guilt, not longing.

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Come let us sit by this brightly burning fire;

let us forget all and everything, the good and the dire

Let the high flames defrost our frozen souls,

all the cold voids within and all the black holes

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Come let us search for and grab our broken violins;

let us sing songs, and remember and repent our sins

Let the warmth of our company mend our broken hearts,

all the joys and regrets - together and in parts

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Come let us lament, the fading memory of old love;

let us caress our nostalgia - the delicate, grey dove

Let the stories we tell mark our long and sad past,

let them cherish our tears, which dried up so fast

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Come let us remember innocence, which was lost forever;

let us applaud corruption, the seduction was so very clever

Let us rethink all our deeds, so lofty and so dark,

let us not pass a harsh judgment, with a red mark

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Come let us sit by this brightly burning fire;

let us blow it anew, the flames loftier and higher

Let us say farewell to everything, ambition, and desire;

warmly welcoming the end, the savior, and the pyre

Where is My Home?

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“A gypsy searching for a forsaken tribe, a vagabond cursed to wander—this is the cry of everyone who’s ever felt they don’t belong.” A haunting, repetitive verse exploring the deep human need for belonging through the metaphor of homelessness—both physical and spiritual. The poem’s refrain “Where is my home and where I am going to sleep?” echoes through various landscapes—deserts, wastelands, bustling towns, and silent valleys—as the narrator confronts regret, shame, desire, guilt, and lost faith.

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Where is my home, and where am I going to sleep?

What have I sown and how am I going to reap?

Do I find it in the blistering and thirsty wilderness,

me and my regretful tears, in all bitterness?

Or is it in the blindingly white and icy wastelands,

me and my shame, my trembling and shaking hands?

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Where is my home, and where am I going to sleep?

What have I sown and how am I going to reap?

Do I find it in the bustling and noisy towns,

me and desires, lust, and greed wearing their thorny crowns?

Or is it in the vast and silent valleys,

my faith and I, destined to walk in separate alleys?

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Where is my home, and where am I going to sleep?

What have I sown and how am I going to reap?

Do I find it near the Tomb of the Lonely Saint,

me and my deceit, friends and partners, yet quaint?

Or is it shrouded within the ashes of a dead volcano,

me and my guilt, my arch nemesis, as we know?

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Where is my home, and where am I going to sleep?

What have I sown and how am I going to reap?

I am a gypsy in search of my long-forsaken tribe,

without my people, I am dead, as written by the scribe

I am a vagabond at heart, forever lost and eternally cursed,

though in case of self-hatred, I am quite well-versed

Your Hell is here; your heaven is around

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One doesn’t wait for them to be found;

one doesn’t wait for them to be earned

Your hell is here, your heaven is around;

and so far this is all that I have learned

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The day of judgment comes every day;

apocalypse invisible, but it is all around us

You have to see beyond your foolish way;

and no need to make a big damn fuss

Your heaven exists in the smile and admiration;

the ones that you love and fondly cherish

Your hell resides in the jealousy damnation;

foes, you would like to see gone and perish

Your heaven is the warmth of satisfaction;

glowing in your forgiving and kind heart

Your hell is the freezing regret and inaction;

that has been always there since the very start

Your heaven is the affection that you always get;

dispense to those few who merit and deserve

Your hell is the hatred that you sometimes beget;

the one which burns and the one you serve   

Your heaven is all the troubles you ever defeat;

dilemmas and conflicts that you always solve

Your hell is the troubles that bind your feet;

acid that dissolves your steely resolve

Your heaven is the character that you build;

slowly and gradually, over a period of time

Your hell is the overwhelming wave of guilt;

that brings in the filth, stains, and the grime

Your heaven is the company of loving friends;

the company that keeps you happy and warm

Your hell is a long winter night that never ends;

loneliness – a devastatingly silent snowstorm

One doesn’t wait for them to be found

One doesn’t wait for them to be earned

Your hell is here, your heaven is around;

and so far this is all that I have learned

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