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Some say, the devil's work, is never done
But they're empty words, that they, had spun
For the gates of Hell, they are locked and barbed
And if Heaven's blessed me, then it has left me scarred
In these lines, only a cypher's heard, in rhyme and verse
And I am, where I was, though the gloaming's worse
So if the light is fading, I'll let the darkness wend
Into my oblivion's beginning, without, an End
Written by Xaphan
Published | Edited 1st Aug 2022
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