The Lost Wallet

I lost my wallet while wandering between
The pillar of despair and the post of hope.
It’s colored dark, switching ever between
White and black, pain and relief.

Made of sinful desires, it's damp
With the sweat of immoral earnings.
Would that you, the one sharing in my soul,
Find it, never return it please.
Too long it's been with me now,
Send it along through your routes.

It contains cries and sighs of mine,
Meant to be dispatched to Eternity.
In the smallest pocket is my lost Identity
Which they will demand at the Entrance.

In the middle of the fold is God,
Who'd been asleep when I lost it.
The pocket beside contains Emptiness,
Which is ever awake, waiting thirstily.
O the finder, never return it please,
Send it along through your routes.

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