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Darkness creeps across the sky. Singing birds fall, crash and die. Their blood makes a beautiful scene. Death and decay, blood and steam. I walk in a wasteland, Of my own creation. Smiling as I see, the world of damnation. I wish there was someone who I could show. Without them crying, and weeping their woe. Darkness creeps across the sky. A promise of death. In the guise of a lie.

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cuz its depressing

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