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Devils and Martyrs By ChatGPT and Yevgeniy Voronov The Light pays no heed, to the secrets you keep, it's blind to the deeds, you sow while you sleep. So don't waste your breath, on days that have passed, no solace in death, only blight that will last. Instead, dream all day, of heaven and hell in a fray, pray to a god who may say, "Meet me at the gate, don't delay." For fate is but a fickle thing, no guarantee of what it may bring, so take control of your own being, and let your soul take wing. Dream at night of those outside, the devils and martyrs that bide, waiting for those who hide, from fights and blights that reside. Only the dark can see, with a spark of mercy, what you hide when you bide, to come outside and be tried. The god who lets devils and martyrs run free, judges you blindly, just like you or me. But the dark only comes at night, when you dream of heaven and hell in sight. So struggle and fight, with all your might, to stay awake day and night, and be judged