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Black souls hover over us
Around you, around me
Seeking redemption
For sins of their past lives
Wiped off the face of life
By a clean sweep of death
They circle, uncertain
Waiting for a sign
To be called back by us
Lingering around
In between lives
That seduces them still
Black souls yearn
For another chance at life
To quench their thirst
One last time
Not yet ready
Not yet prepared
For the final cross over
To the other side
