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Janus
He who sees without eyes,
he who’s earth and yet flies,
he who lives and yet dies,
who is he?
He who speaks without thought,
he whose theft is uncaught,
he who’s desperately sought,
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Night's Blood
The rain thundered down around him and clouds hung low overhead in the blackness of night. His skin was sodden. His hair was a matted mess. And yet he stood still in the darkness all around him.
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Greed
The machines clattered along as he sat. Their quiet hum filled his ears as they had every day for the past 20 or so years.
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The Dark One
I crave the change and I crave the darkness
Of chaos, through and through, without an end
From lush green fields to harsh barren sparseness
I create, and then with that, I expend.
Change: fulfilled by cycling day and night