The Darkness Awaits

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Full moon,

lighting strike.

The path to chaos opens and rise.

Bind to this path like light or dark.

This creates an open spark.

Misery, sorrow, anguish and doom,

Your bride awaits the day my groom.

Open up and let it go, the night lays my dear foes.

End it all with one small blow, and shut it down with one black rose.

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