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the hurt spoke infinitely into the darkness
it shudders in its sin spinning on eternities
time turns inside the eye of a needle  
worlds inside worlds within us
signs of the days...surreal in its devastation
a modern-day plague
on the backs of the universes, the red crow flies
I cried for his sorrow lost in the vastness
will the seas of regret turn back in time?
lies flood the earth spew from the television
wilted are the travelers of fornication
traversing the voided landscape of scars
all collateral damage  
inflicted by the disenchanted
dark is the new world order
hope wanders endlessly  
searching the faces of the few
who still believe in miracles  

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