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CHOICE

Darkness swallows the light
The shallowness of the situation makes the night
More brutally and demonically blank
Everything stays in the shade of black

Can somebody hear their cries?
Or the light can never be back again?
They kept on begging for someone up there
To listen and send a saviour

But, who are they to be rescued?
Who are they to be saved?
They're nothing but those poor souls
Who didn't choose the light, instead they choose the sinner's calls.

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Ewan ko ba at kung ano ang trip ko hahahahaha! Wala lang, napagtripan kue lang siyang isulat.

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