This still born darkness
Tearing through the night
Has ruled over us for so long
I have forgot, what it was
To feel the sun in my eye
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It has been this way, ever
Since I lost my way, somewhere
Between Nietzsche and Camus,
When darkness came riding a Horse,
White as light and heart just as black
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The legion in me, held its peace
Thinking here at last, peace is at hand
But wrong we were, like every time
Evil was too arrogant and we were too vile
It chose not to hide in the dark
But in the light
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Landscapes of misery as far as
Eye can see, illuminated by the moon
Of despair , the half-dead along the path
Mark the way to the house of
Storm.
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The Walnut doors hide the
Tempest within, screams of joy
(or are they sighs of sorrow),
ring the air, taking apart my hope
on an assembly line till
nothing is left, except a placard, which reads
‘Always, still Dark’
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