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Reflect The Sun In Thy Glass – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

glory be,

the song I sing isn’t for me,

the words are lost,

hidden beneath the moss of life,

you call its name,

but it don’t come,

for it can’t see,

and it can’t hear,

the devil ain’t the same,

for it don’t care,

you ain’t worthy until you are,

nothing seems right,

nothing seems the same,

can’t you see it,

won’t you dare,

the devils waiting,

time,

it don’t care,

the devils waiting,

until the end of time,

till the day you die,

he don’t care,

cause he ain’t going anywhere,

and neither are you…

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