Singing woe to me and my crimson needs, The shallow waters warm quickly in the sun. What a process to undivine. The season that refuses life... In the
Crashing of thunder, considering the light of the moon. Displaying barren pastures, the reach of my sight is weak. Gathering the pieces, the remains
Freefall into black chambers, I can hear the weeping choir. I land at the gate exhausted and pained. He leaves me behind, And I view through the open
There is no foothold here in these miry depths; Clawed fingers scraping flesh from bone. Frantic laughter bubbling throughout. Voice strained from screaming
Revolving doors, the words unspoken. The walls alive, their stories ringing litmus true. Valor of the soldier questioned in a time of war. Now the jury
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Pushing forth, chasing fantasies That justify euphoric dreams. Seeking better than I have ever seen. The pristine city in the crystal Sea where the faultless
Heeding the call of my resilient foe, Absorbing the sound of the melodies silent. All of my dreams turning scarlet, My screams startling allies in the
An open eye, awakened cold on a path of Ruin that once was gold. Black mountains blocking the sun. Enveloped in decay what's devoid of life, The land
