You scraped the sky,
And made a hole.
Then you took
A lonely stroll.
A blackhole here,
And a blackhole there,
They'd sucked up
All the souls.
They wouldn't let,
The Light out,
Whether you beseeched,
Whether you cried.
Scrap the sky.
Scrap the skyscraper too,
Find your Sight,
Find your Light.
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