A Ball of Hate Hurled at the Moon

They say it can take everything
Our deepest secrets,
Our oldest resentments

King of the wild night,
Shimmering eternal watcher
He has seen the oldest sins

All night casting a faint glow
Just enough for us
To wash ourselves in

They say the moon remembers nothing
That it forgets all of our debts

As if a clean slate is
One the oldest and best promises

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