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tonight, oh, tonight is the night,
up and dark and rising fast,
high above the clouds you wait,
a cheshire cat grin across your face,
rising quickly, devouring the sky,
with your victory and darkness,
flaunting your power and control.
our impending doom washes over us,
light as a feather, once over,
leaving tingling skin and laboured breath,
then quickly rising, music beating,
the beats pulsing in my head,
up and over us,
pulling us down, down, down,
ignoring our cries and screams,
spiralling south into a pitch black void,
where hatred grows and spite is easy,
empty and lifeless, choking and coughing,
destroying what we hold dear in
one
quick
trip
but you will do it again
because although you were meant to
YOU DO NOT CARE

A.T

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