I light a fire in the darkness,
So there may be light.
Others come to feel the warmth,
Because it's burning bright.
I saw the shadows corrupting my light.
I saw them laughing with my own eyes.
I burned them, hoping they die.
The shadows merely split in two,
faded, but still there.
I found the source,
The others now a corpse.
But the darkness was still there.
I saw my shadow corrupting my light,
I saw it laughing with my own eyes,
So I burned it...
Burned it high,
Burned it bright,
But saw the darkness laughing with delight.
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