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Rising Sun

His soul burning in hatred for this world,
Himself, through which corruption unfurled,
Black and red the two halves to his mind,
Pain and anger leaving him totally blind,
Nearly perfect in his soulless blight,
He discovers a star plucked straight from the night,
Like a river which brings water fresh and clean,
Clueless was he to how much this star would mean,
Eternal was his perilous night and decay,
But with the rising sun comes a new day.
Written by scipioafricanus
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