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And Hell Followed With

with golden-feathered wings, you will ascend. The tragedy of such a day as this has burned its place in my peaceful mind forever. And I beheld your star

have bared through ice and snow. These pale eyes shall never reveal what they know. Vile and putrid is the aura I omit. I shall still sheeply follow.

With unease have I slept these past months. Her stride burning bright the confines of my dreams, the sleight of hand unleashing this perfection. To such

there is hope. There will always be hope And in my refusal to drown beneath the currents, I with calloused hands have reached into the abyss and drawn

carnage, familiar to these hills. My father hath traversed these lands decades before my birth. A century doth pass by, the veins of the earth entrenched with

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difference between you and all the others aside from you being the alpha male of just a different pack of wolves. You said that this conflict would end with

they slither, And I have bedded down beside them (Contradicting my word). Your throat is choked with dust, But still your tongue is forked. You ramble on with

My senses, how their impairment embitters me. With each rise and fall of my chest do I breathe such fire. Maintaining this caricature lacking opposition