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Voice

March 14, 2018
By Anonymous

Darkness.
The sun has risen, yet it is not there;
Even the light of the moon does
Not reach the souls of the damned
For when the moon fell to the ground,
So did we,
So did they,
So did everything,
Forgotten ghosts feeding off of unending hatred
Blights to a marble, once proud
Rolled off the continuum and
Became a crack in space
Reality, a fallacy, and
Imagination, our anchor,
Strangled by strips of paper,
Blinded by jagged lettering on thick posterboard,
Why show us the light if it was not really there?



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