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With closed eyes and open minds, I am Indwelling, concentrated, secretive Unhidden yet hard to notice Visible yet obscuring, hard to see through My grave silence returns Peace, hatred, vengeance and death In me are days born with riches quietly cursing Evil, undifferentiated yet so full of blessings And echoes of realities dawning, ever so naturally Where the smiles have long faded, and the tears can never dry up From a weeping spirit recalling, How the moments pass With all her rushing waves, and memories made Right there without a single ray, sinful Having intercourses, desires and fears unspoken Tormented, uncertain and ignorant All her noises are dead, buried with all the chaos and the nights In her past, present and future, existing In an endless timeline Overcome by the light, scorched by fire Hurt by brimstone, she and her lovers Refusing the knowledge of truth, Now scarred by a nature created by absence, lack and decisions Blindly made, easy to tell destruction’s mission Hard to see it’s gain, Where was harmony in all the ruckus? What is darkness but an obstacle hiding obstacles? I looked and saw in my reflection, pure blackness And our lives mapped out with no place for hope With closed eyes and open minds, I am what I am And I am but doom’s way home

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