Alas it was not to be
God a genius
Flow of time a necessity
For the innermost sanctum of the mind
Harbours grudges of farbehind
Layers of incantations leave you spellbound
Only to know that charms can't fake inspirational reality
For humans are what humans will be
History of millenia repeated thrice over
Don't ask what a person I am
Emotion-driven fickleness at it's peak
And so ends the tale in a day
But i ask you don't shadows originate because of sunlight?
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