Floundered, fell, and it ended too well.
Quivered, quell, welcome to my hell.
Lights on, we're gone, but at least we won.
Lights out, they shout; and we lost the bout.
Ridiculed; resonate, revel in pride,
Lambasted; levitate, level the tide.
Shrivel in fear, for you chose no side,
light or dark, you'd no choice but decide.
Flowers flowered into flowers of frail,
and sinners sinned the sins of derail.
Let the light scintillate the dark of life,
but darkness, hatred, is waking and rife.
Light,
a glade in my shadows;
shining into meadows,
ridding my sorrows;
casting my zeroes,
as the tree of light grows.
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