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glaring at the wall
build before the exit

swirls of sounds
streaming from one ear to another
notes piercing the senses
with a heatened needle

All is dark,
developping signs
of obtrusive colours
are beaten to death
with intense power

every idea,
every aenima
release from the prison
and into a moonless night

moving, spreading the wings
and no sun to burn
only shadow to hide the vices
and block all fear
by terror, our final eclipse