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Propped upon the surface earth

A strong glance was all it took for

Perfect souls to look up for a sight.

Youthful and beautiful was they

Raised under an angel's ring

Unless you were to face them

Stars would be the last thing you'd see



Shards of glass were left alone

Torn and broke from humans

A while to turn back

Running from those to claim one's sword



Crying more and more

Hot tears streamed down his face

If belief hasn't died back before

Life was simpler, but now a frozen age

Daring orange bones walk away



Creamy steams of orange flood

All over the surface sky

Lasting cries were to be heard

Low at the mountains

So fast, some may be surprised.



Outside from the walls known by all

Underneath the stones of riot

Tears were paused to the sun



Two pieces of a soul were paired

Orange lights filled the sky



Every soul under him remained silent

Monsters won't know like the humans

Pacifist hands ending the spell that was

Around the surface lands.

Thriving to fight a dwelling

Heavy weight of guilt and stray

Young bones still walk the way.

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