All around me Darkness rolls
No Light shines through as it unfolds
Just as if the King foretold
A palace of pain and not of gold
Listen to him I did not
Put no trust in those Dark thoughts
Dark and Light must have fought
This answer is not what we sought
A huge mistake we have made
We did just what the King forebade
We crawled into that deep, Dark cave
In this pain we're forced to bathe
A warning I must give to you
Down to Earth the demons flew
And the King of Dark and Light
Will come and steal your soul tonight
2-23-8
There might be a king of dark - an awful type of king; a king of light, I'd like; but neither will steal my soul if i don't let them in. No, my soul; is mine i won't let ant king to steal it. Still, life is lived and what is real is what you consider as real!
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