A universal concept.
Black and white.

So immensely dark,
yet so full of light.

A once in a lifetime experience,
a two-way door.

One moment you’re doomed,
while the next you’ll be liberated.

A cloud, watching every step.
An entity knowing which will be your last.

Death.

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A silent force,
In white or black.

Your suppressor,
your liberator.

You curse him,
you love him.

He takes you home,
the place where you belong.

You can stay,
to avenge,
to fix.

You will turn black,
becoming miserable,
sadness.

But if you let him,
you will shine,
be your true self.

Death.

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Wait,
I will be back.

You know when.

Educate you,
Experience you,

Fulfilling my duty.

Learning to teach,
Feeling to give,

Enduring misery,
Feeling happiness.

The big plan,
All over

Again.

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Energy,
That brings me down.

An earthly ditch,
Reserved for ignorant people.

People who live for physical pleasure.
People who only see what’s in front of them.

Fighting over the few leftovers,
in an attempt to find realness,
not knowing how to get fulfillment.

Unaware of what truly matters.
Bliss.

Fight for yourself.
Fight for love.
Fight for empathy,
and fight for light.

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I once met a man,
****** and alone.

A man with nothing left,
except for his light.

His light that fuels everything,
a light that can’t be put out.

A worthy opponent.

Battling every day,
without end.

Giving everything.
Dozens have fallen,

Except him,

Yet.

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I’ll never be poor again,
A disease that powerful.

It changes you.
Your mind,
Your personality.

Becoming the devil.
Turning black,
Against everybody.

Throwing yourself slowly in hell,
Never to escape.

But there is a way,
Curable with desire.
Only be found in the farthest corners of your mind.

When you find it,
Your light will change.

Only then,

Will your legacy remain.

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Cover me
with anything that makes me disappear.

Away from this,
away from this flesh.

I’m done,
I want to live.

Forever.

Step into thin air
and stay there.

Never coming back,
start over.

Being whole again.

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I want extraordinary things,
the things everyone can have.

My life.
My terms.
Freedom.

I will have them.

Watch it,
I beg you.

The harm you can do,
the spirits you can ****,
with something so immensely powerful,

words.

Please be aware,
of the poor, uncertain souls.

They’re weak,
not aware of their power,
always on the edge of the abyss.

Waiting,
for someone to push them.

Falling into darkness.
Landing in a dream,

of someone else.

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A feeling nobody else is going to give you,
unlocked by purpose and self-discovery.

Not needing anyone, knowing you have everything.

Laughing out loud because you found it.

The one thing, most chased after.
A tingling coming from the deepest depth,
a frequency nothing compared with.

A sensation every cell in your body recognizes,

a constant state of pink fire.

In the rawest form,
love.

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Such a beautiful thing,
Privileged,

To know,
To expect.

As certain,
As a rock who will not fly away.

Knowing there is no other path,
The invisible road already paved.

Only the richest of us can feel it, be in this state.

Absolute faith.

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Never-ending sameness,
hell on earth.

Why do you want to live?
You have a life but can’t live.

Break out,
Far away from any iron.

Crack your soul,
Let the light in.

Trace the path of your light,
Follow it until you can’t go further.

You will reach your source,
Know what makes you tick.

Accept it,
Develop it.

Live.

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An outside force,
That enhances your senses.

Your abilities, getting stronger.
Due to this magical force.

Created by men, inspired by angels.

Let’s you connect to your source,
Where everything comes from.

The only force that traces your existence,
Are the gold waves.

Mankind calls it:

Music.

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When you arrive in this world,
you’re a soft sponge.

You believe everything,
question nothing.

Everything is beautiful.
The horrible things that happen, happen to everyone.

You’re in the moment,
the place where you belong.

When you get older, you grow out of the moment,
your first sin.

I want to go back.

When life was perfect,
when I felt the heat,
heard the noises and questioned myself what those were.

My time will come,
when I can be truly here again.

Gone,

try again.

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Beware of the untold.
The dark places of the universe,
no angel dares to enter.

The place of the dead,
brainwashed,
battling every day.

In the hope to see a glance of light,
reserved for loving beings.

There is a possibility.

To shift,
From darkness,
To bliss.

To find it,  
Go into the emptiness,

And never come back.

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It’s happening,
Everything.

So, so much,
yet so little.

Death.

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Life’s spectrum,
we live in the middle,
sometimes deflecting.

2020,
a year who showed us total ends.

Total transformation, the good and the bad.
Hellish hell and angelic bliss.

We learned, we suffered.
We experienced, lost, and created.
We laughed and cried.

While hating the world around us, we learned to love the world inside us.

2020,
a loving volcano spitting pink fire.