Mine eyes,
Utter blackforever,
Guilty of nothing but,
Everything. A matrix of,
Shafts, bars, green and blue,
Built of particles encompassing
You, who created every thing that has,
Existed. The amber shafts expose the real,
The truth, yet what is it? If I peeled up the lies
Made of black behind bars, what would I,
discover?
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