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Dark Matter
Tis’ was upon
The dark matter secreted
No one belong
Less one... appointed
Souls given to gods
Unclaimed and unworthy
Worthless upon hell to rot
Do we qualify to be free?
And humans pretend to be
To be a lesser ghost remembered
As lesser beings yet we see
We are nothing more then mortals heard
A thousand tears for a cheer
A hundred times to be sorry
Shamed into second fears
Is there but silence for tranquility?
And the dark need be kept
A matter as secreted
Where silent souls wept
I am myself... appointed
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