The Screams
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Action and Thriller
Treating through the skies like low jets Sounding like Banshees in the night The torture of an eternity We reach up towards Begging for release from this pain "Please, someone release us, please" We all cry, begging for mercy Then, I wake up in a cold sweat Only to survive another hell Of people fighting over nonsense Only to find myself In the other hell of my dreams Where screams of terror Fill the red skies What did I do too feel this punishment Never-ending pain day in and day out We beg and plead for an end
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Moth

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

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