Light permission, escaping me
Life is like a filigree
Contained and lost in its maze
decoration for death's gaze
The end game coming through and thru
nite time leading, like a shrew
in the darkness the rodent hides
and bites and bides its time and lies
shit the herald screams in glee
as I realize I won't be free
in time to enjoy the darkness approach
but nevermind, life has yet to -
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