Death Calls
Troubled day and night
By hazardous creatures not of light
Neither do seem black nor white
But tapped wholly to come have a bite
Another youth seems booked
Power rarely is waited for
Chaos normalized, but not a blow
Screams unanswered, maybe more
Silence does, in a vast land of vow
Oh! God; another plate is cut
A nightmare which soon ends
All to remember knowing no bonds
Some forces by which all bends
Are made of fairly known rounds
For philosophers always admire!
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