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Nov 2020
I did something bad
In the depths of blackness
Not a soul could see
What they'd say was senseless.
Shrouded by nightfall
My sins seem brighter
And there's no one to say, 'Come morn,
It'll be lighter
And you'll see your sins
In their entire unholy sacrilege.
So burn tonight;
Tomorrow brings carnage.’
Written by
Aisling Labrys  18/UK
(18/UK)   
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