This is a site that creeps up upon me,
The heart of the depths in imagination,
Guessing the time to strike with it's deadly claws,
I hide in the shadows to scared to come out,
The line between dark and light ceases to exist,
No good but all evil eminates from where i come,
The silence it reaks is not death but far worse,
To come upon the latter of earth and hear nothing,
You hear no one speak in the tongue all know,
Silence is worthy,
This is silence.
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