John DeMello

out of the dark into the light
when night falls soon out of sight
all is black and shadows remain
until dawn the demons rain
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as greevies day as do depart
with weary eyes no less
fixed apon the mornings sun
just as before days test
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in all the darkness the dreams they will rain
what been fallen is left all with no gain
whats been left of the spoken who choose
to influence minds as they live and rule you
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what is to liven that's become

becomeing left to be
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Reaching out reaching out

extending to please ones needs
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who are the minds of the eyes watching views

steppen gonna lead the ladder
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Blindness by the blackness from the objects that obscure
this retro fitted darkness with caous thats a blrr
sightless summers to remend never seeing what and then
who may hold the key to this turnning to your end
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reaching out in this world liven
light growing darker in the shadow dimmen
thoes of the knows fallen far from the tree
pass it on what was left for the eyes of the thee
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