Full of darkness and sorrow,
the darkness waits,
as we beckon it to attack,
with our love we calm it,
as it wishes to have its own,
when we come near,
he threatened us with death,
we try to calm him and he feels no remorse,
he just ran away to keep to himself,
he tries to find friends as i see,
but he has no kindness in his heart.
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