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The sunlight induces a memory

Of surprising darkness

As I am engulfed into day

I cannot help but wonder...



What could life be like

As of today

If my choices could be altered



If mistakes were erased

What if perhaps...

I could divide myself from where I faultered



Making this day a happy one

As opposed to being shrouded in dread

It isn't possible for me

To have a joyful present instead



The sun looms over

And above this symbolic line

Sharing a day with night

and holding perfection in time



And as the cross

Rotates to face hell

The veins clog with anti-matter

And scars appear where the needles fell



Laughing as the anarchists flee

Fearing what they are creating

Pitifully tripping on their own beaten path

Another case of an unguided soul



Demon is a metaphor

For the human sickness

Sometimes given the name "Evil"

An excuse for the unholy guest



The sun parts the clouds

Perfection achieved in seconds

But only for a while, nothing is immortal

And as the sun then turns

It loses it's balance once more...