The night is more forgiving than the day.

The dark does not share secrets as easy as the light likes to spread them

It offers refuge to the outcast parts of the world, be they plant, animal

Or what we call being human.

No shame, just fear dissolving into chaos once exposed to morals,

When said morals are shoved into darkness at their real time of need.

Casually poring acid into opened wounds is what is done to those

Who live in light but can read in darkness,

Pity on them if they are caught by those who try

To light a candle in the caves of history,

For that light is fragile and easy to be blown out, by

The winds of change, in people’s mind.

Bless be those who live in true darkness and survive

Regardless of what the day will expose.

Be it an unforgivable crime or a peaceful night,

Is all gone, and the light only shines on a fracture of it.

Therefore I whisper in the night what I might never say in the day,

what remains of it shall be a mystery, so try to guess….

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