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From the filth of withered ground

There once grew a thorn

Aiming past colorless blanket

For a sky drained of life

Swarth of soil escaped

Farther and farther, towards oceans of grey

No matter how high it pushed

Warmth could not be found

Pray this night will never end

Black is a heaven sent

For we are lost without the dark

Carved of misery, corrupt from the start

Hope the light to never shine

For minds so unkind

We are only worth the dark

No more than the dark

A swing of a sickle

Cut down in a single stroke

You belong to the shadows

For a moment all seemed to clear

This life is sound and fury

Tale that fails to hold a meaning

And hope for better days

Is a weak match for the void that fills us all