There is no sunriseThere has never been a rainOnly an emptinessNo time, No fear, No painNo bodies crying outNo one has yet to prayNo light has shone on downThere has never been a dayNo shadows spreading outNo moon and earth yet spinOnly an entitiyA god who made nothingDrowned in his lonelinessBeing the only oneLiving eternityIn a time before the sunForm contrast or colors hueHave yet to meet an eyeThe endless pins of lightNot yet to greet the skyNo throughts of seven daysTo create everythingA spirit roams the voidA god who rules nothingConsuming infiniteNo end, No beginningReins in his vacuousHas no thoughts of meWrapped in his onlynessBeing the lonely oneBeing the only thingIn a time before the sunNo tide yet leap ontoA never ending shoreNo here afterNo beginning , No beforeA pitless nothingnessThat reaches deep withinSoul serching void extendsBlack velvet, Blank abyssA spirit crying outFor someone to adoreA pounding emptinessWants and needs for moreTired of his lonelinessBeing the only oneHe sees a comingIn a time before the sun
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