This is The Pendelum. Swaying from Dark to Light Something to Nothing Void to Bright All eternally swaying This is the side of psychological warfare most either misunderstand or completely ignore It's sad to see how close to the habital zone you can be only for gravity to pull you one way or the other: the sun where you'll burn from your toxic positivity; and a blackhole light years away acting as an all consuming void that drains the light of our universe It creates a contrast of warm and cold swirling inside the mortal body so painfully most would rather die than deal with it It cracks the armor from beneath the skin, causing the skin to peel while the mask of wax slowly drips from the stapled smile There's barely any ryhming because this is about psychological struggle, there is no ryhme or reason to it other than the casualty it causes and the infectious pain of grief it spreads like a disease It creates a contrast of warm and cold swirling inside the mortal body so painfully most would rather die than deal with it It cracks the armor from beneath the skin, causing the skin to peel while the mask of wax slowly drips from the stapled smile It's sad to see how close to the habital zone you can be only for gravity to pull you one way or the other: the sun where you'll burn from your toxic positivity; and a blackhole light years away acting as an all consuming void that drains the light of our universe This is the side of psychological warfare most either misunderstand or completely ignore All eternally swaying Void to Bright Something to Nothing Swaying from Dark to Light This is The Pendelum.
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