Slouching towards Shambala

Slouching towards Bethlehem

On my way to the infinite stairs of Shambala

Looking for the nerve to find vana

The perfection of paradise

Like the tossing of a pair of dice

No seven come eleven

Only snake eyes looking back

In the darkness of path

Wisdom shows seldom

The route to where I am going


The fool wandering to and fro

Ducking ,weaving and bobbing the attack

Of spirit which reaps the heart

And steals the only part

That is left to take

In the light of the life I forsake


Playing the cards I’ve been dealt

No mulligan for me

Suicide black

Life as a resource

For it seemed so abundant

I keep my own confidant

Glory at any cost

Even if the battle is lost

Winning my war in death

Grinning with the last breath

The Pyrrhic smile


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