Walking one day, through the woods of the town,
I remembered a path, from when --
Oh -- right. The memories again.
My youth was a trial that most would find odd,
Time spent arguing with invisible beings;
no one was seeing what I saw.
Traversing one day, back then,
through the woods of the town,
I discovered a hole, that became my heart.
There, in the woods, Belphegor stood.
I thought to run, but strength was denied,
so I absorbed all the evil
from this devil
which shows outward to all as sloth.
Somehow exiting the woods,
I returned to my home and did nothing.
Nothing was my goal,
my consciousness and soul.
I have since served no purpose,
save to bear mute testimony
to the sum of nothing
leading nowhere.
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