The myriad thoughts and the broken dreams,
The predators prowl and their inmates scream,
The night is much darker than it is,
Even in the cold they brave the winds...
Faking smiles and false pretensions
Selling their love in sweet desperation
The rotten growls and the shaking earth
Gifts them a morning without the wrath,
The loved ones survive while they try,
The angles of hell, they cannot cry.
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