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Weavers Midnight


Life, eternal midnight

This night as black as deaths ceiling with as much feeling

The air as heavy as lead

Truly a land of the dead

The night flower will bloom

For the rest it will spell doom

Has it ever been more than misery and gloom

The night fowl will fly

Day bird you die

What a lie

An intricately nest of lies

True man naver dies

Weavers, false believers

Born in the night, live in the night, die in the night

Open your eyes, see the light

Set things to right

Bring morning to this dark dank midnight

Lift the veil

Clear the mist

Free all to fly

By: H. C. Chipangura



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