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The Cynic's Birth

There be no distinction between thy's purpose; from this most borrowed existence, more formally known as life's fragile temporary condition-  and its' clear intentions, constantly sought after to question. While cruel horizon skies- take center stage, presenting the rise of an eclipsed  sun; Growing increasingly colder with each day's ordered end.
    Meanwhile during this most darkest mid-of-night; taken I felt was my light.  After a not-so kind vision finally bite. Rendering me no longer able to dispute- nor fight.
    As the soulless angel stood smiling ever so wide, her sharp jagged teeth were exposed.  Which now she and I could no longer deny