The more I look,

The gloomy it looks

I could see the different hooks

That hangs the black down falling brook

The hooks tell different messages

Claiming to unhook the whole

The hooks gold and some old as ages

But we know behind the curtain is really a hole

The hook doesn’t really hold

Because the curtain has been there since life hold

We know the hole is the end

Seoul, hell or paradise eternal

But the hooks stare telling different tales

Of what really breathes behind and internal

I have stared intently at the curtain

And my instinct tells me it really holds nothing

But….. I might be wrongly brute

For a dull lighted hook claims to tell the truth

And I risked being fooled

But if life eternal price is foolishness, am aloof

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