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A moonlight mountain of darkest sandEndless terror embrace the land
Billion eyes stare down upon
The lives of man who live it wrong.
Blackness, darkest of pitch
Holds its cloak to protect worlds, which
Know nothing of light, the sun,
Only the mendacity of two making one.
Darkness and light,
Lie, accuse, fight
Over flowers in our graceful mind
That are pure, polished and refined.
Death will torture, punish, hate,
Life will laugh and recreate.
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