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Darkest Light
Darkest Light
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Why I love the dark?
The soul's birthmark.
One may feel it,
Blessed by the devil's spit.
Unparalleled feel it's spark.
The whole slays the demon,
Men convenient to them are freeman.
Marry them instead of slaughtering,
Become deaf to ancient sayings.
For they witnessed the Aamon.
In the darkest lights,
Our demons bloom flower.
Only to comfort the broken,
Yet consistently mistaken.
Not all monsters crave power.
