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The world cant dictate me as a lost soul,
but in the dark world,
where the soil is death,
the rich brown color it once had
has turn to a dark colored red,
where the rich aroma of the soil,
that rich natural aroma,
has turn into a stench of death,
where you can inhale odors of pain, dead, loneliness,
lost, all of the above,
where instead of the bright lights of the world,
the world you can set sight
on rainbows and magical stars,
has turn into a black carpet,
with dark clouds, no light, tornados,
lightning falling down,
rain covering your body,
so heavy you decent to the floor,
critters delighted saying hello,
where the only sight of life
is by a person wearing all black,
he laughs as he set sight on you,
crawling like a worm,
dying like the flame of a destroyed star,
I have to get up,
the light I want to shine on me,
the out world whispers words of delight,
it seems for now this is your time,
yet mind is settled on the good things of life,
so I have to rise,
stay in the world of light,
and grow in distance to the world of vacancy
