Sights of the cosmic
tempest of the universe
is silent and small
our bodies decay
bygone' from existence, yes?
red lights shining far
do raise your finger
after reading all of this
reality is?
once long ages gone
most well kept secret techniques
tune the heart and soul
one's true adventure
ignoring everything done
Midnight's Sorcery
universal race
challenges the human race
to grow the phuuck up!
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