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The scars of eternal twilight falls on us,
Death of great power continues,
The light shall be there for eternity after,
Petals of flowers grow with the dead.

Absorbing the essence of the dead light,
Life is run on death,
The light is from a dark source,
The true reason for it gone.

Spectrum of light gives off color,
Reflecting back who we are,
Reminding us of where we dwell,
Bringing us into submission, we live on.

Demanding the power of the stars,
The sources depleted,
The memories falling through the skies,
We're born from the dead light.

The mass of what was,
In us all as a glowing hope,
Life given by the extinguised,
Waiting for the day it's all gone.

Dominanting the self,
Stepping into the two forms,
Of dark and light,
We fall ill to remember who we are.

Let the light shine on,
Rebounding off and leaving,
Showing the truth of what we are,
And letting us decide who we are.

Live and learn,
Leave the masses behind,
Conform to your will,
Love freely as the night sky shines brilliant.