midnight
midnight ,pitchblack lost as ever . blood as a fact ,within these arms lost again to ones that cant be held within, stands a cry just inside the carvern of my mind. standing free of shadow dim within these walls shows the prospect of knowin not how but why the cavern deepens in my mind, witness shows the terror of the land upon which we know as ours and as one to all of us from this shadow to our son.
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