The spread of Darkness


Dark is your soul
that decays in despair
There are many things
that wither there

Gone is your heart
from all that you lost
Gone is your brain
from how much it cost

Happiness and Holiness
are all but a joke
and your feelings are
all but unspoke

Waketh the day
Sleepeth the night

The price you
must pay is a fright

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