Equal we are in the shadows.
Wearing our dark façades until we fade into the black.
Light shining on us, we are the same
All dark people griping to whatever we can consume.
We consume we.
And the Judge looks down upon us.
He frowns
He weeps
He dies.
We are the shadow.

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