i made my official dark horizon poem...
how cold is this water
what pain is this hour
just no matter where i go after
peridition will always alter
so stop your aphorism
enough of your autruism
your animosity
to my existency
where i fall to despair
knowing nothings fair
to see only depression
and no succession
i made my sanctuary
where i cry to thee
sing how i suffer
and die as my slumber
so dark horizon
let there be
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