As one would realise, standing at the gate,
There exists wealth, with an ownerless fate,
Knowledge veiled to the mass that strive,
Light waits beyond for the ones who derive,
For what had been given, shall always sway,
Nothing remains beyond the sagacious array,
As for the preachings of the bygones resound,
Beliefs of sorrows and joys profound,
Fading into the void, where shadows abate,
Leaving nothing behind, but an ownerless fate.

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Listening to the rain like I would listen to you sing,
Looking at the sky with the grey clouds they bring,
The memories of past cross by my eyes,
As It rains again and I see the clouds cry.
Lost in the ways of the world I stare,
The one with shadows and love in despair,
Trying to recall as I lose myself,
Faces I forget while through the past I fare.
Listening to the rain like I would listen to you sing,
Memories of the past with a melody they bring,
As It rains again and I see the clouds cry,
Calling me back just to say goodbye.

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Wide awake, As the moonflowers bloom in the gaze of night,
Shadows from past follow a beautiful moonlight,
Clouds drift and the lands shine,
With nothing around and nobody's sign,
Lost in memories, Wandering by,
Searching for belongings in the shadows gone by.
Moonflowers bloom and the lands shine,
Following the shadows' sounds divine,
A riveting sight, I follow along in the gaze of night,
The shadows leading to an unending path, In the beautiful moonlight.

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Smiling at fire, as he stood alone,
Darkness swept, as fears had grown,
Struggling to protect, as again they would fall,
For the lights won't shine and their ends would call,
Their plight bringing chaos that would soar through the skies,
Bringing them sorrow through blood and cries.
Walking into darkness, bravery he'd shown,
Smiling at fire, as he stood alone,
Bringing along chaos and a trail of blood,
Trampling the weak, dragging their pride through the mud,
Darkness swept, as their fates were sown,
Smiling as he stood watching the chaos all alone,
Many were lost as his pride had shined,
Bringing with him a war on his own kind,
Such are the ones who smile at fire,
Bringing chaos and pain, as they would desire.

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Truth in highs and flaws in lows,
Pointless palaver and endless woes,
Life on land as dark as cave,
A vicious cycle by the path they pave,
Such is life of plenty in light,
As dark gets darker with a back in sight.
Walking ahead with strength they bless,
Living lies to find egress,
Following the paths entrenched in past,
Walking upon the shadow they cast,
Pointing none to right or wrong,
All shall follow singing a pointless song,
As fear drives our kind to light,
Justice and morals are just for spite,
Such has become the way of man,
Fruitless chatter for an endless span,
Respect for terror and not for wise,
Concern for peers and purpose in price,
Wisdom a notion and angst a way,
All shall follow and all shall sway.
Truth in highs as the mighty shall stand,
Flaws in lows as they shall brand,
Life on land as dark as cave,
A vicious cycle by the path they pave,
Such is life of plenty in light,
As dark gets darker with a back in sight.

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Sights seen many, many seem real,
Some of them joys, others ordeals,
Walking on the streets, as only some can see,
For special is their mind, thence their sights to be,
Some of them fears, some of them pain,
Some of them goals you couldn't obtain.
Some of joys and others of plights,
Many such memories of wrongs and rights,
A grave sometimes, sometimes of rivers,
Of people from past, Giving them the shivers,
The middle of the sky, Falling at times,
A pitch black nothingness and a rhyme at times,
A mind telling stories for their eyes to see,
Burdens to carry and guilts in glee,
Stories told many to cover up a grief,
The burdens to forget, As the special ones lief,
Sights seen many, many seem real,
Mind playing tricks, some of ordeals,
Guilts shall pass, and so shall joys,
As times shall pass, and there will be a choice,
Such is life for the people of their kin,
A powerful mind and a grievous sin,
Minds of some shall suffer this fate,
Such are the special ones, drawing on their slate.

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Once lived a man, kind and humble,
Many a needy, upon him would stumble,
Him with his conscience, he had to keep clear,
He helped them all, being their peer,
Such was the life that he had led,
Until came some, upon his kindness who fed,
Lack of strength some believed it to be,
The reason for his change as so was to see,
Doubting his fortitude, rumors were spread,
In them his sins that he never committed,
Such had caused for his conscience to fade,
The some of many, that had the new him made,
Once kind and humble, the man who lived,
Was lost in thoughts upon which he grieved,
By many such people is our whole world made,
For this is what our kind since past had bade.

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Chaos descending, down from the skies,
Time scurrying amongst goodbyes,
Puddles and mud, by the rains from above,
Us carrying burdens, In them as we bow,
Staring at stones, we share our thoughts,
Joys, sorrows, justice and plots,
For the past had witnessed us and our vow,
Pledging our fealty to the ones up above,
Further from the skies, away from us,
They watch our world as their own canvas,
Delusions as such had spread amongst men,
For all some needed was a cunning and a pen,
But many still exist, awake and real,
Looking at the sky but no ordeal,
For them shall remain a temple divine,
The beautiful sky with it's glory and shine,
Not being a god, neither alive,
It doesn't talk and neither does it shrive,
Admiring the stars, not faraway gods,
Their ideals being different, with not many lauds,
Carrying burdens, yet standing tall,
Sharing their life with the sky above all,
Such for them is the sky like a shrine,
For them their temple, for them it's divine.

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It exists, not in mind, not in sight,
Not in living, As we might,
Unknown is it's origin and so is ours,
Calling us back, amidst the hours.
Laughing at life, as we stare at night,
Not being happy, not in bright,
It watches us be, as we lay alone,
Not waiting for light, neither to atone.
It exists and it doesn't fight,
It isn't wrong and neither is it right,
We all live, until we hear it's call,
Thence it being real, for one and for all.
It's origins unknown, just like ours,
Calling us back, amidst the hours,
And so comes the end, as we return to where we start,
For it is unknown, And to it we depart.

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Devout is man to what's holy and hallowed,
Blindly so, heedless to what's been fallowed,
Such is the world and before it stands,
Falsely secured on the pious lands,
Working hard, some still dare protect,
Our kin as it is, with apex intellect,
Such aren't heeded, for there are men of god,
And theirs shall be all the glory and laud,
Deaf and blind like sheep in a herd,
Our kin shall follow what's understood absurd,
A few shall rule with what's holy and hallowed,
Blindly so, our kin shall follow what's meant to be fallowed,
Such are answers to plight in our kind,
Turning to the the nonexistent,
who still exist in our mind.

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