Out of darkness is born the greatest of beauty,
Words that flow from out of the abyss...
That jot themselves down without a sense of duty,
Out of darkness comes an unfathomable bliss..
The music of a withered soul
That has a story to tell ,
Becomes music that is more whole
Not just a commodity to sell.
Words written down from genuine places
Places that contentment cannot reach
The kind of pain that changes faces
The kind of lesson that serves to teach.
In a world where all is stable
Such darkness is no longer welcome
Where sorrow is pushed under the table
And powdery masks have made us dumb.
Darkness that comes our way
Must never be feared or shunned
Take it , feel it , come what may
The greatest of beauty it will become.
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