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Dec 2018
You danced under moonlight the color of innocence
In a dress of tears and heartbreak
Every step lit a fire
Soon the crackling flames made a chorus
That sung of the great sinners that no one ever prayed for
Silver pools of silence never filled with the words for those who needed it most
The gods of other worlds watched as you raged at your creator
Screamed at him about his flawed system
Feet ****** from broken glass you had placed
You had every intention to fall here
Bleed out on the celestial steps of heaven
Never ceasing your waltz of wrath
You hoped your burnt it down before you crashed
And when you finally sunk to the ground
Your soul spent
You could swear you saw the morning star blink in gratitude
But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most
-Mark Twain
Noah
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Noah  Gender Fluid/Somewhere in the void
(Gender Fluid/Somewhere in the void)   
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