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These days things are never what they seem.
  THose who seem to be of light are true darkness.
  Those of the dark being truly of light.
  If this is true then where do I stand.

Am I to be counted wit hte children of light?
  Or am I to be counted among the children of the damned.?

For as I see it, I stand surrounded by darkness.
  It has seeped into my soul yet my soul has
   not been corruppted yet.

What is to come about of this is unknown.
  But when the die are cast, my lot shall be reveiled.

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