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Between Darkness And Light

Darkness corrupted my soul But light only burned my flesh A steady stairway to heaven Transmogrified into the highway to hell I'm not even sure I'm okay I'm still north of Hell But deep south from Heaven My words squirm like mice Confronting a King Cobra Starting to dance like a jester Maybe I always was a clown For believing in life, liberty, And the pursuit of happiness Like, I still strive to be whimsical Caked in the batter of despair Just put me in the oven But there's humor in the sadness There's laughter in the tears There's anger in the joy And rage in the peace Shatter the mirror to pieces Reflecting my face on each shard It's impossible to find the real me But perhaps they're all real And I'm faking their fictionality So in the end I'm still just a phony Selling the words I say Instead of the words I mean But sometimes the heart feels That which words cannot articulate So I might drown in the darkness But I'll only fry in the light So I'll take a mallet and bash the walls Just to watch them all fall And I'll forge my own path Somewhere between light and dark That is where the meaning of man Will surely be found

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