Dark days spread the black plague,
years ago we spent the days holding
light near by.
You meet that person who ruins your life
you stop to think with the knife.
To many nightmares of the times of dark when the blood goes cold.
Life turns stone when it is the end of your days.
Never to see sunlight again
unless one is so bold to take face of everything so conciously.
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Love. Darkness. Hate.
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Shadowcaze
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