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the brightest light in the darkest night. i call out, i ask (not for the first time. not for the the last), 'who are you?'

there's no answer. there never is one. i keep waiting, but all i get back is an echo asking me a question i can't answer.

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what am i to do? what am I to do. there's nothing much to do, when your hands are tied up with puppet strings.

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somewhere far, far away, red meets grey, and the world turns round.

there's no one this time (there never was). it doesn't take long for exhaustion to creep up. it settles deep in your bones and doesn't let you move.

and maybe (it's easier to think this time) and maybe it's easier to be carried away. it's easier to pretend the world isn't grey. (dyed the deepest black but my blood still runs red)

somewhere far, far away, red meets grey, and the world moves on.

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the night covers your sins in a blanket of darkness. (the darkness that raised you, surrounds you, will consume you.)

under the cover of the night, it's silent. nobody can hear you scream.

the stars twinkle faintly. they see. they watch. they are witness to the cuts that grow ever deeper into my skin.

the night covers your sins. hides them. but the stars keep watching. your scars keep growing.

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i can still hear the sirens.

black mist surrounds me. i hang underneath the clouds.

i cannot see. i cannot breathe. the silence is suffocating.

I still sit on the ledge. wait, they say. so i wait. tomorrow never arrives.

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draw me towards you, for I am the tide, and it is time for you to stop pushing me away.

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a grave mistake and a slight misstep lead to the same thing, the fall of an empire that has for so long not been seen. everything is the same as before, but a process has occured. would you be the same even after all you have gone through?

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a silly mistake. an overlooked loophole. do you think such a thing. such a tiny. small folly. could bring upon-

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look at the rings!. they go round and round watch them spin over and over familiar and comforting keep watching don't look away don'tlookawayor

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ERROR: INVALID INFORMATION

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try again? > yes > no (pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenotagain)

look at the rings! they go round and round and round and round and round and round and round an

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ERROR: INVALID INFORMATION

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look at the rings! they go round and round watch them spin over and over over and over again (intrudingintrudingintruding they'refallingcollapsing can'tgetthemoff

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ERROR: INVALID INFORMATION

look at the rings! they go round and round and round and round and round and round and round an

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ERROR: INVALID INFORMATION

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look at the rings! they go round and round and round and round and round and round and round an

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ERROR: INVALID INFORMATION

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sorrow leads to no tomorrow. by folly, you have survived. better be filled with jolly glee. next time, you cannot flee.

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Pity the fool. naive and malleable. mold them to your will.

but fear the day they break (and break you)

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sorrow leads to no tomorrow. by folly, you have survived, you will not be so lucky next time.

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mark my words - you will hear from me again. for there is no such thing as death for something that has never lived.

with the wrath of a thousand suns, you have attacked, and enough blood has spilled to fill oceans.

the past has jagged edges, as sharp as the blades you wield. but it never touched my defenses for i am not real.

you can't deny something that is the truth, for it'll find its way around you. hang your head low and accept defeat. because you may have your wits about you but i am a cheat.

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the past has jagged edges with guilt as sharp as knives and anger mimicking explosions from back in your time.

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the searing heat of flaming swords clashing against each other mutes the frigid cold that bites like frosty thorns. the harbinger of peace and chaos is perched upon her throne, like a regal raven waiting for her prey to turn on her.

the senders say they bring peace, say they'll quell the heat of the ice so cold it burns. the very same senders cause all discord as they march forward. they charge upon those resting, saying it's for the greater good.

the saviour that everyone hails is no better than a rusted blade. all the spears she tipped with poison and all the swords dipped in nightshade, lie wasted. whether that choice will turn fruitful - only time will tell.