Have they been reading my journal from high school?

Via skippy I find the very amusing Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator.

Here's what I came out with.

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the night falls as if slain by the sun, stricken are we.
the salvation for which you pray
flares once, then dies,
devoured by guilt.
all hope must end.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you abandon me?
shadows surround us, crying,
sanctuary.

I really think I wrote that poem already, in 1992, while listening to Bauhaus or something.