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The Darkness


The end is near,

We all have to fear,

The dreams we seek,

Were not meant to leak.

 

Times collapsed,

I have relapsed,

I didn't break it,

I couldn't take it.

 

Falling slowly,

I saw something bright,

Reminding me of something Holy, 

But, nothing like OUR light.

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