Yellow peddles covered in dew. Sweet smell of roses, as I enter the door. The sun risen, this day now new.A day like none before.
Chatter began way before dawn. Such a clammer, like I never heard. Whispers, lower, lower, then gone. Till then only his word.
Ancent eyes that peirce my soul. In doom, one trys to weap. As with the ages taking their toll. Death looms your body to keep.
Break out the ancient scrolls. Read me the text. Tell the journey of the souls. Who's body death takes next. Speak to me in the voice of angels. With your devil heart.You with a strong will. You knew your place from the start.
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