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In Dark
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2002 A spitfire doom
not seen with the naked eye
begins to loom
and seek the target to destroy its creation
The pain deep inside
rips all heartaches and open pride
Just bow to your creator
when strife looms large
and just ground your wounded bones
on the thin ice that cracks when stepped upon
All standoffs of the night
are forced to confront the light
when the conscience breaks down in dismay
Acknowledge your pasttime
and do it in style
as the fist rams through the darkness
to encounter mute secrecy
alienation, and bigotry inside
Don't fall for the underdog
just because he's been trampled
There's so much to learn...
Don't break to ones you know
the flames inside doused with cold
insecurity reaks havoc
to those who don't see the chopping block
