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Unholy Equinox
The sunlight induces a memory
Of surprising darkness
As I am engulfed into day
I cannot help but wonder...
What could life be like
As of today
If my choices could be altered
If mistakes were erased
What if perhaps...
I could divide myself from where I faultered
Making this day a happy one
As opposed to being shrouded in dread
It isn't possible for me
To have a joyful present instead
The sun looms over
And above this symbolic line
Sharing a day with night
and holding perfection in time
And as the cross
Rotates to face hell
The veins clog with anti-matter
And scars appear where the needles fell
Laughing as the anarchists flee
Fearing what they are creating
Pitifully tripping on their own beaten path
Another case of an unguided soul
Demon is a metaphor
For the human sickness
Sometimes given the name "Evil"
An excuse for the unholy guest
The sun parts the clouds
Perfection achieved in seconds
But only for a while, nothing is immortal
And as the sun then turns
It loses it's balance once more...
