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Sep 2017
Silence silence, in the eerie of the night,
Long have I stood, forever burning bright,

Let the echoes dance, and rejoice,
As we falter to the dark, paranoid,

We feel weak, looking to fall,
Why has the ice melted? Why at all?

As we struggle to fight the shadows,
all sinners and saints behold,

We look for a reason, a path,
Yet the fight goes berserk,

A Child brings forth a dream,
Another then begs: "no, don't scream!"

Yet all behold, the hand on his chest,
As the deadman's heart, goes cold...
Have you ever been called a deadman? Will, this is a small dedication to you!
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InfranGilis
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