A profecy of darkness

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From peace to war the faith has chance.

The sun gos down and never 'wake.

The endless night will kill the light .

Rain would burn and dark will rise.

Three full moons are shining bright, to bring the bakness back to life.

Teardrops silver like a moon, bring the Force back to soon.

Haunt your nightmare like a ghost, to taste your blood until it goes.

A Night would come as cold as ice.

Unless the true owner of force have rise.

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