the sun does rise just as it set
a woeful guise of new mindset
the brightest call
  that blinds the eyes
the slightest fall
  a whole soul dies
white twisting blurs of once known faces
reveal the truth and all its faces
but first the time
  of slow adaptation
it reels the mind
  moral molestation
the cries of those that fell behind
are fodder now to lifes grand grind

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