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Grey
Grey is my soul,
Tainted, not black,
Colour of the sky,
Upon the trip back
Grey is life,
Constant strife,
Colour of the knife.
Grey are my dreams,
Faith I have sold,
Hope is a light,
But, distant and cold.
Grey shall run
Without sun,
Death shall be done.
Grey is my sword,
Heavy with guilt,
Did I slay evil?
Or a myth I built?
Thanks to Roger (Alacrity) Briant for this contribution!
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