Under the Hood

a poem

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Under the Hood

Crawling on the roots, noises of a boots and I am here in the dark under the hood

Light has purity and ability to define bad from the good, dark is a confusion and no one dare to look and I am here in the dark under the hood

Justice is unfair and judged were afraid to stood but dark doesn’t judge, it is a whole pack of tree with bunch of shoot and I am here in the dark under the hood.

Sound is amusing, easily can get annoying. Dark is fierce, stay always in mute and people need darkness so I am here in the dark under the hood.

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