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When all else fails
you can turn to the cryptic night
stars shine blue
and white
burdening questions
seem fickle
life blood
becomes a trickle
of what is really known
move along
western travelers
see the lighthouse
for what it’s worth
just a shadow of our birth
pull multiple existence
from demon blueprints
and answer yes
when called upon
Hell is full now strangers
the enticement has worn thin
stand true all tricked faithful
shake the sickly grin
The recruitment comes with a smile
a quickly fading jest
that is no way to live
out the life that we earn best |
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