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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (prelude) the buzzing of the evening insects presage evil ! here are black wolves ! here are ghosts and fiends and here are blackest of demons ! and black be the murk tonight with devils ! be forewarned ! and be accursed... you, who set eye on these perilous passages and venomous verses : you have no idea how dark, complex, cynical and hopeless this all can get I Twilight has its way, come Night : come, cloudings of bloodsucking bat ! come, sleep to the toddlers and calm to the dogs at guard; come respite to the dwellers of the parks and the streets come, peace below these stars : the paperboy delivers his papers, the planet spins its distance, the cat kills its rats and the rapist has his victims : the youngster drugs himself to death first thing out of rehab and the girl is sold by the person she thought she could trust the most Tranq abusers hide and disappear like roaches at the break of morning into the ruins and cellars and destitute housings scarabs hiss the songs of pestilence and dirty needle : wailing banshees of despondency psychotic on the corner of a street screaming their anguish to the lot of the world : unprocessed traumas left to die on the bottom of the needle ocean an unwanted nuisance child born from a night of desperation is abandoned by a crack-fiend mother rotten to her spiritual core : tragic, suffered, broken, yes - but guilty : God may have mercy on this demon but i can not ! and such are the realities of the absolute form of existentialism whose principles govern this world and its human enterprise... impossible moral equations float in the Night's aether as all moral philosophies come to die at this graveyard of God : unfathomable narcotic abyss... no hope escapes the black hole no light escapes the intravenous event horizon gloomy visions of destitute social ruin greet the traveler beyond the threshold : be forewarned ! traverse at your own peril you have no idea how dark, complex, cynical and hopeless this all can get...
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