Like the light fading
At the end of each day
The light of the world
All that seems good and just
Seems to be fading
As the sun sets
And the moon rises high
It seems as though
All the good in the world
Is disappearing
And the bad is taking its place
This pain, suffering, and hate
Is robbing from life
The last of its purity
Like a dark cloud
Covering the moon
Stealing the last of the light
Leaving the world in complete darkness
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