Night has fallen upon the day.
Present yet absent.
Dejected, held in a shallow pit, and yelling to deafness to ones who should hear.
Lost in sorrow holding tightly to the only truth.
Waiting for sunlight, but darkness surrounds me making it unbearable.
In time the truth will bear its weight.
The evil twists it knife into what love.
He will always recuse.
He will always recuse.
What alonely place waiting for light.
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