Ernia - Dharma

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Across a never ending river I built with stones a fragile pantheon Filled with emptiness and shivers Its pillars, made of fake silver Were discoloured by the time and the sun The portico was hideous And its dome, so piteous It broke down Fell to the floor With my crown If I ever had one of my own I was there Right below The stones, alas They broke my bones Nearly dead I crawled home Where awaited me Stares of disapproval and repulse Dharma, what have I done to you? All this self-pity won't do Dharma, what can I do for you? I need a way to get Through this A way to get through this Through this Rebuild Breathe Calm down I got this I'll overcome this situation Just like I did before If I already won against frustration It can be done It can be done
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