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 "Fear did light and all that called the darkness so consumed the mortals failing in thier try at perfectness was doomed" Upon the copse of cursed time Sublime as fire with cubes of ice A simmering wasteland of corpse and dread You who cries may well be dead As those who hang but by a thread To save their lives is only such a dream One that borne nightmares from it’s fangs Such poison so pollutes the brain So twisted times and twisted things All fade into a forgotten patch of gray The dark ran out And came to play He danced in blood And licked his fangs (The picture is of chrno)
 
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