Can't you see what you are doing to yourselves?

no unsullied soul remains
in the black rain every peasant
and those of royalty shall attain
equality and the muck shall
grease your palms when you
cry for alms in the land you
created with hate -
a land where darkness falls
and your sanguine dreams of paradise
are stripped bare by darkened light
where once we stood and where we fell
and there we shall rise again
and the truth we'll tell through
the dreamless endless
night of eternity

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Darkness is more than a job, it's a way of life...it's also the way that makes me happy.