Balls of life,
Lit like a torch,
I shall never know the sight.
Mental strife,
A burnt porch,
Never will I view the light.
See me survive,
Through the nigh,
I shall return in the dark.
I will be revived,
With a demonic sigh,
I shall never cark.
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