John Son

An end of day, When all the shadows face away.
The blackened skies reflect a world that I despise.
The stars are met, the sun is set, the scenes of day collapse,
Faded with the crimson-tinted light,
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..As soon as I saw this evil in style,
Maked behind my soul in denial,
I step back. Rest. There's nothing here to find.
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What an untouched phase of life I've discovered.
So far away from the carelessness of everything in this life,
And the impurity of our Earth is just a memory, left behind,
Like an unavailing section in the mind,
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