The End...
This could be pain, this could be suffering. But it's not.
Taken from the darkness from which a home was made.
Thrown to the light, thrown into judgment, unknown.
An unbridle love, grown immense, not encouraged.
Chained down, bound, and gagged. Calling it vacation.
Eternity phones in, it will be late yet again, as always.
Universe in this hand…Oblivion in the other…
The show is over, here comes the applause
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