Darkness:
Darkness was my pain
My rod, my staff, my cane
For darkness I became
Not for evil, power, or gain
Nor for lust of mighty reign
But because I held such disdain
For the things to which I am chained
From the sky it fell like rain
A dark and growing stain
Chilling my shredded veins
The source of all my shame
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
Darkness:
Darkness was my pain
My rod, my staff, my cane
For darkness I became
Not for evil, power, or gain
Nor for lust of mighty reign
But because I held such disdain
For the things to which I am chained
From the sky it fell like rain
A dark and growing stain
Chilling my shredded veins
The source of all my shame
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