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For the long sweet silence, The misty hazy cold days... And the icy solemn waves Of endless soreness, Now is time for it's making... A peril to fate, time and hope: Something close to bad a intension. An ear-shutting shriek reigns, Whenever days of wonder fall... Beneath this lifeless madness, The black sun will shine forevermore, Like a shrine of the gods, it will burn. Note: Something I wrote in a jiffy. |
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