Some tell from inside
Some do not besides.
From blacken sights,
That sinks to the complex of dreams
To the banging nights no one could tell
Life draft, drive them to hell.
Shuttering imaginations like ringing bells
From hidden features of mankind
To solid states of our mind
Keep us blind, letting to dive
From path of life,
To the banging nights
Sweeps the stigma of humanity
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