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A Hope so cold....
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Ongoing, First published May 22, 2015
Mystic eyes of majestic souls...
Crowned for life for the secrets untold...
sober moans..
beastly cries...
Surrounded by the world bound to fall...
Let us gather some last fine words..
The verses of the blind song have swept through the time curtain to unbound the secrets never told...
Hence, clamped in the shell of one's own deeds ... we say goodbye to the start of what we have seen...
To open the door to the unruly souls to lead themselves to the faith so cold...
How has the existence of the stars made them so blind...
Can ye not one more time say goodbye to the middle of what we have seen...
Ye have suffered through the passing hours that is....
Now ye wait for it all to end!?
Can ye not one more time say goodbye to the last of what we have seen ... 
                                                                                                                         By Ash...
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