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Burning Soul


In a fit of rage I come uncaged. As fast as light, and out of sight. Only to be revealed in the night. With Blue and Red spiraling around. It grows stronger and stronger robing me of sight and sound. Reminding me what happened all those faitful nights. Burning hate and growing fear. Though they never shed one tear. I wait for you oh morning light to break me out of this tortured night. Grab my hand and hold me near, and catch every golden tear. Till you do this I will stay forever this way. A tortured soul in the night always waiting for the morning light.

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