They were all playthings
Of a powerful, childish god
Following a script
That they had never received
While they pulled at the strings
That bound them to their fate
That was why
Despite how much they tried
Or how hard they fought
They would always end up here
With Ancients protecting the innocent from evil
And Demons destroying all that was good
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(Dec 2017)
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Beautiful Darkness
PoesiaA collection of dark poetry, ranging from demons to bloody.