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What of bleeding accomplices and broken eyes and empty souls.
We march around in sync to a distinct rhythm and beat.
Our feet they tread on and here we go,
To the knight of night and heroine on heroin.
These children keep on coming in.
They just want to win again.
Before the darkness takes their soul,
Consumes the light and holds them close,
Till a final breath we part at last,
And I, now free, have come at last.
In an Ode To Dark Nights.

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