I wrote this last night when I was thinking of a cool album title for something I'm working on*.
The white light beckons me, but I do not follow it. For I see a man in it's shine, and this man scares me half to death, and so instead I go into the blackness and let it swallow me whole, and eat my intestines.
*The phrase 'working on' is used very vaguely here, more or less I was just thinking of making something musical.
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