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Black Rain

The darkness fills, the water spills

Out of the black arrive many strengths and wills

Pain is temporary but pride is forever

Only those with the power can face the endeavor

The crimson flows through the cerebral passage

But the darkness remains the surviving message

Dead and broken with words unspoken

The one who is unbreakable will never be forsaken.

The black rain attributes to the stone cold river

My heart is alive but my soul remains a shiver

The opportunity to succeed is crystal clear

The brass ring is far and the obstacles are near

I will never give up, I will never surrender

I will never let anything bury or hinder

One more word and I’m prepared to fight

I need to fulfill this treacherous night.

I’m torn in battle with multiple lashes

My body is weak but my will surpasses

In a world of human wreckage remain many tortured souls

The only beam of light leads to gallows and hallowed halls

Electricity flows through society as a whole

Illuminati have the switch to resurrect the black hole

Conspiracy or not the final chapter will seal their fate

Society will flourish and the evil will be motionless on the steel grate

Peace will arrive and material things will no longer control the world

Imagine the life of positive influence without sinister being in control

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Tina Moore

it would be great to have a peaceful world and not rely on these material things ,good piece douglas   tina x

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Douglas Stewart

Thank you very much. It was something I wrote last night on a spontaneous move. :)

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