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Night’s Sorrow
Expired stars and fabricated moons engulf
Shall I lay like a stone begging for expression?
Eyes forward to such sky of impurity and rust
The night’s sorrow begins to cry – and so it rains
Aching heart and clogged lungs persuade
Shall I die like a fool seeking justice and hope?
Feet downward to such ground of infertility
The night’s sorrow – doesn’t falter, doesn’t doubt?
Glittering darkness – indulged with sickness…
How past memories of self-regret hungers
How a sin could never fly with a deed
How fabrications lead to assumptions none comprehend
Within the night’s sorrow, blaze a light
No matter if the sun’s hope interprets
No matter how bright a flashlight rays
No matter who you are – none can influence
Oh night’s sorrow, open thy heavenly doors of truth
Nay – for such a fool like I, could only live on lie.
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