wertible

Holy is the light that shines, a, sun in the, dark equivalence, yet elegance defined by the pure soul in the dark, it, sees, alone Caught, not by touch or those who are blind but in the dark of a transit line nobody sees the eye of, whim It has no means, no soul, nothing to gain, nothing to fight except dark pushing out frim the tunnel, waiting to fall silent waiting until that electric hum fails, and the dark consumes all

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