Shadowed life gusting past,
Darkness from phantom hearts is cast,
Transparent yet weeping invisible souls,
Drifting as wind through but empty holes.

Infected shells of what was feeling,
Some, they destroy while others try healing,
Flesh and blood lay upon our pyre,
Our forces of darkness created this fire.

Bound to confinement of immorality,
Some are corrupt some long to be free,
They may search for the door but what light can be seen,
With their eyes unsighted and a vanished dream.

 
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