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Darkness
How can I speak of a time of darkness?
My soul is not yet born
It waits for the light to bring the world into being
To build oceans, land, and people.
Then I can take my turn on this planet
I am still waiting, remembering the dark place
The cackling voices whispering
Of a time before the darkness
When fate was hidden from man
Given and taken by an invisible presence
How man can have more than
One fate thrust upon him.
How luck can be thrown
Like a handful of sand on the wind
Letting it fall where it will.
How some are born with extra luck
Without the help of scattered winds.
How the soul can be destroyed
Leaving an empty space
For the darkness to grow.
For cruelty to make its voice heard
Before I was pushed into being
I heard the…
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