Darkness
They say darkness is a bad thing, is it?
Or are they afraid of the mystery
The mystery within the night moonlit
Or do they fear the night time misery
To me darkness is sophisticated
It holds the secret to true elegance
For a reason, darkness was created
Yet people stay true to their arrogance
Here I am in the darkness with nothing
Trying to seek back where it all went wrong
Hearing nothing but the sounds of buzzing
The constant din of a dong, a strong song
In the dark I stand with those who were banned
Trying to see what it is they had planned.
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