We are attracted to chaos,
We are attracted to destruction,
To the pained wanderer,
The crying drunk wreck on the corner,
We are attracted to pain,
To destruction, to death
As much as life,
Beauty and
Joy
Don’t hide yourself, don’t
Blush beneath the moon, there is much
Truth in the night
Below the holy
God felt,
Light.
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