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Realities
A showering mist of despair
A thread of sanity, hardly there
Even the wind
Cries, “I have sinned”
And angels have tear teeth that will tear.
Shades of shadows of darkest light
Delusions of mind no mortal could fight
And it would seem
Even a blind man’s dream
Gets lost in this inky black night.
Realities twist until even a priest
Has two faces, one Man and one Beast
When all’s done and said
Demons fear to tread
In a world where faith is deceased.
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