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Death Poems

The Beauty of Dusk

I watch the sun set, lower itself.
To shed light on someone else, somewhere else.
It takes with it, all the light.
The cursed light.
The light allows man to look,
to see,
to gaze upon all the blunders he has brought unto this innocent blue sphere that mankind has indeed had the audacity to call home.
Go then.
Take my light.
Better for me to see the world behind a shroud of black, innocent, and blank night than the false sense that we call reality.
Allow me to fix my eyes upon nothing.
I'll mold the world's I see as I need it.
So come darkness,
shed no light in my hell.
Bring me peace of unknown,
and let me hold, my private service.

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