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Ashes Ofamber Poem
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Horizons turning upside down,
Kings are played by clowns in this town.
Flowers bloom in darkest night,
Rotten trees put up a final fight.
Smiles fade into the fading light,
Heavens give angels quite a fright.
Wolves pick their last prey with cunning guile,
Sun turns grey, and demons smile.
Hell's gates open, my heart's wild.
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