In ebon pools
I'm blessed to see the curse
Of what has been stollen was reimbursed
What was trampled was light as air
A boring view plagued with flare
In ebon pools of purity
So much comfort in obscurity
In motion to what is frozen
Rejected by what is chosen
I rely on that i can't trust
No passion for what i lust
Jocularity in my sadness
I'm suttle in my madness
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