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
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There is no foothold here in these miry depths; Clawed fingers scraping flesh from bone. Frantic laughter bubbling throughout. Voice strained from screaming
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
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
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
Look to the sky for the evidence, breath of the wind chilling every cord on my spine. In this instant, I'm taken atop the world. The burning of buildings
The darkness will not subside. Hands are reaching at the footsteps stumbling in the night. The stars can light the way, countless eyes ablaze. A lamp
But my, the pearls still shine; ignited by the fiery eyes. My God, I can't bare it, let me roll amidst this mud, so far I've found the answer in this
A place with no night, a dormant holy bride. With the Lamb, seated high, at the time we'll unite. She's adorned, so full of life, with no room for any
But there were changes first, in the valley floors. Where the creatures lurk in the dark no more. Seen in weakness now, they may attack at will. With
It's bright; rising sun is dancing on the back of a saving justice, fusing beads of sweat. He's anointed to save the nation, vanity erupts with movement
Crashing of thunder, considering the light of the moon. Displaying barren pastures, the reach of my sight is weak. Gathering the pieces, the remains from
There's a door which stands as high as our eyes can see.. In the clouds, reflecting. I'll hide my face, I'll hide my cares, my works; they're dead. From
Was it a day, a day just like today? Imagine, the same sun we know casting a haunting shadow upon the sand. In a not so distant land, spectators breathing
Inflicting arms extended to ground; outstretched frail. Able bodies toiling in the fields below. A heartfelt slap in forced emotion, shaking bouts allow
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
