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A poem I wrote a few years ago.

With each waking of the sun
the clock of life goes on and on.

But with the rising of the moon
my sleepless nights resume to bloom.

Days of sunshine , smiles and laughter
will soon be gone forever after.

Cause as the curse of night sets in
my darkened soul begins to sin.

The light of life will someday end.
The human race will sool descend.

And when the fire of God is gone
my darkness will prevail on.