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Nightmare

The sun has gone to his hidden cradle in sanity,
Superseded by grisliness to watch over the planet of humanity.

This is not a pleasantry or a mere night,
But a mare night that bears untamed knight.

A night that the owl hoots of terror and horror,
A night that plunders us of our night’s hurrah.

This is a night of being trapped in a stormy sea,
Like a sheep trapped in a maze designed by wolves wanting to pee.

Horrendously, we cried from our inner sanctum,
Holding our innocent soul to ransom.

Let’s not fear the horror that flies in the dark,
Or a terror that hunts in the night,
For all the nightmare is just a mere test to strengthen our faith.

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