In between the darkness and the light
Where sunlight puts the dark of night to flight,
As dust motes float the fragments of the soul
Which once were bound in harmonious whole.
When feet of clay crush down on purest thought,
When power's abused and futile battles fought,
Relentless onslaught on sad innocence
Annihilates integrity of sense.
In existential limbo biding time,
The sentinel of death's a welcome sign,
Of final end to undeserved pain,
The sleep of peace, never to wake again.
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