Create the line that separates us.
Lift my voice and tear out my muscle.
On the other side of the dark we stay.
Cloud your judgement.
Kick the child inside.
Work your way down the path of gray.
Own up to the blood.
Round the clock we go.
Kindly ruin the light inside.
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Author:
Noah (
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