Gather in the street,
Children of the night.
Meet at the scene,
Follow the dim light.
The child is broken.
A soul he trades,
To not be alone.
And his memory fades.
Once a child of white,
Now a child of black.
He was never found,
None wanted him back.
This is really good. I'd love to see more to this.
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I didn't read everything here (only two things), but both seemed pretty deep. They're a little vague, but that isn't a bad thing because it kind of lets everyone relate to it.
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