Trusting the source
Evil come forth from depths of oblivion
Chaos to hearts
Resistance is dreams warped by disease
Waves bring the dark
Stripping the bones of nature perverted
Disperse the ants
Tears of a trail splash softly upon scribes
Scraps for the dogs
Broken by spirit and by promise
Feathers blow away
Time Bends onward
Naivety lives in graves of ancestors
Cycles start anew
A new game in store for the darkness
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