of every night that has to pass
I wake in rebellion every day
of the oppressive sun.
Light is unflattering
direct and harsh
Light reveals sins
and demand you face them.
Darkness ask for little
if anything at all
Its only request
a fleeting lullaby.
In the dead of night,
we come to life.
In the warm glow of little lights,
we gather away from shadows.
The shadows let us be
not who we were born as
But instead we live
in our unending and unrealized
Self
swift exciting and righteous
Never fearing the drudgery
the false illumination of day.
The lantern that you light
will burn all throughout tonight
Make it more then just a flame
let it teach you never to be tame.
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