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Wicked Game

Across my black room they crawl

willing not to accept my ways

Careful not to fall as their night becomes my day

The white room holds many things 

Including mistrust 

My mind can't comprehend 

This feeling called lust 

Sometimes I sit in there 

In pursuit of pain 

When things are filled with shame 

I make the Wicked Rain 


Words by J Williams 

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