Xenon Cry
Xenon cry, reverberator night
It's either wounded near death
Or calling out, the blurred lines
Between hurt and lonesomeness
Why it felt so cold
Like the world face, turning to its fate?
Where the ominous black pulls back its shaw
Showing us where we will all end up
Like the xenon crying out in a reverberating night
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