Trees whistle, birds sing,
Children run and play.
Clear skies, bright sun,
Please let this moment stay.
For if the darkness comes
It can't be shoved away.
The azure sky is but a carcass,
While the darkness?
Birds of prey.
It feeds upon the hopeless,
And it leads their minds astray.
It feasts and rips and tears,
Until the sunshine fades to grey.
And once it seeps it never ends,
It will mold your sky like clay.
A broken soul is the devil's muse,
But the mind is his darkest caché.
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