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Linger in Dusk by Ninjakamisma

Bring to the one who hasn't
given ofthe other without a path to see,
none may cross, but as the sky falls,
the scared bury in regret.

The sound of the winded groan
across fields of doubt without care.
If you are to rise,the vissage may not appear
in momentsof lapseing creativity.
A great may surrender without no other merit
within ones own guilt, though the last remains.

Grafty and smiling, the smog descends
upon the imaginations of a nought.
Sun, moon, and stars growing a pedestal
of ever lasting grief and happiness
in which the hollow thrive.
If emptyness was a cure for boredom,
then without a care of the void
would ensue chaos of the moment.

Worry and sollice give into fear of the past,
with cycles portraying the begining
in the eyes of the unborn.
The start leading to a ever inriching fault of glee.
If one was to challenge the end with gras disclosure
in the face of the dead, the ever watching may not succede.

A weapon of peace, punctures the fabric,
the veil to which is no frality into a visionary's tear.
Tearing the mist assunder within a picture of flitching grace,
may afflict a great mallice within ones whole existence.
The failed attempt to grey out the joke
thatis the view of sanity, falling deeper
through a stream of a collasping spirit.

I were too peer at the fire
as the dead freeze inhabitions at a moment.
Disillusion sets into the memory of the blind,
with no words to describe the silence.
Another day passes the second
of realization of a futile resistance.
The fight brought to those innocent
of the crimes commted through them,
cooperation key, a voice screams
at the tortured souls of the future.

Your lack of certainty allows a black gas ignite
the flare within the descent.
A monument to show a sollum growth of bravery
without cracking out from underneath
those who are kept from the truth.
Creeping moss sipping from the wall
of unsolidified lust brought to a deservng heretic.

Can religion suffice upon itself with an authority
reigning nothingness over all who wont listen.
Great love passed to those who can deserve a pike
or a single person of faulting benediction.

Linger in Dusk

Ninjakamisma

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