xviii. the good ones will keep winning

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And so the translucent hands of the wind,
battle against the vengeful souls of the sinned.

Whilst they roar on this hot-tempered afternoon,
crimes stain black on the disheartened moon.

An eclipse has fought to emerge,
one which murderers glimpse with feelings taut.

For after living such an atrocious nightmare,
they know their lies have already been caught.

And as they regret and bathe in wails,
the good ones come and lift their sails.

They bring knives and slit their throats,
only to claim their righteous hail.

For in a battle against the evil,
the good can never attest to fail.

For in a battle against the evil,
victory is their only existant grail.

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