How are we seperated from darkness?
It is a dart thrust towards the centre?
The line dividing my selves is a thread
of the lies and half, poorly woven, truths
To hide the darkness we find God inside
Ourselves and creatures of greater value
That we then liken to those of lesser
The great abyss that is man's arrogance
A jester may not find fault in his king
Such is the mirror to my reflection
Honestly is narrow and close to fear
Whomever is the fairness of them all
Does lack of light necessitate darkness?
As the fatal dart continues to spin
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Desperate, Bloodthirsty, ect.
