"I can no longer make my dark emotions be rested, and to a suprise my greatest regrets and false hopes may be the scythe in the souls of many."
'Now the people's morning calls is now a warning call".
"As the apocalypse takes place a great wave of cries of desperation gives the land of light and humanitarians a first taste of drama".
"The foolish Heads looking back at the fire rubble seeing everything being collapsed and the sprints of cower on the waters betided.
"Woos, beaded sweat, ashes on the bodies of Man and boy, the one who is stands and stays grinning and chuckling, are the gargoyles above the cornerstones of tall city and the devil in the abyss".
"The great alabaster statues being coiled around with ropes, takened down by the outsiders, and with a prepared peformance to do the blasphemous acts to the dignified rocks".
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The Paragon
PoetryThe Paragon Of light slowly ascends to madness... ....he pleads his dear love one to leave him before he displays the mark of the beast. IT IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED IF YOU GIVE FEEDBACKS, IT WON'T BE TAKEN LIGHTLY.
