Sins feel good when you're tired of light,
Why mold to perfection, while pleasures in sight?
Why crave photons, when darkness craves you in,
Make way, for realities of life, make it a win!
Ah! The smell of burnt candles, aura of wild exploration,
As the holy grail travels through every inch of me,
The world beyond light, the pleasure in pain, I can see!

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